The sun was setting slow over Perth when Jack stood alone in the rooftop garden of their villa, wind tugging at the collar of his shirt. The solar fields shimmered below, and in the distance, Emily and Sarah laughed faintly in the kitchen.But his mind wasn’t at ease.Not since that call two days ago.Not since Victor Krane.They returned to Harmonfield three days later.The airport felt colder. Familiar, yet heavier. Emily hit the ground running, juggling investor briefings, infrastructure reports, and a new task force on sustainable transport. Jack stayed quiet but watchful, watching shadows longer than they should be.Victor Krane had made contact before they left Australia—just once.Jack had taken a detour to inspect a land merger and ended up face-to-face with the man they thought had gone underground."You're building empires," Krane had sneered from across the table in a darkened pub. "But even dragons sleep eventually.""You'd be wise to stay in exile," Jack replied calmly. "

The lights of Harmonfield sparkled like a thousand blessings as the grand atrium of Dragon Corp buzzed with music, laughter, and the clink of champagne flutes. Jack Parker stood beside Emily Wilson and Sarah Thompson near the towering glass windows, watching the city's heartbeat glow beneath them.It had been four days since the rescue.Four days since war nearly swallowed them whole.Tonight was different.It was a declaration.They threw open the doors to the elite. CEOs, government officials, celebrities, venture capitalists, visionaries—all gathered under the high arches of Dragon Corp's event hall, where glass met steel and legacy danced with ambition."They came," Sarah whispered, glancing around. "From all corners of Draconia. Even Nordwyn's tech lord is here.""They didn't come for us," Emily replied, a faint smile curving her lips. "They came for what we represent."Jack lifted his glass. "Power that doesn’t corrupt. Legacy that doesn’t forget."Their moment was interrupted b

Snow crunched underfoot as Sarah and Emily hiked along a narrow ridge overlooking a frozen inlet. The horizon stretched endlessly, painted in shades of blue and silver. A pair of bald eagles soared overhead, their cries slicing through the crisp air."Seven days of night," Sarah murmured, pulling her scarf tighter. "It feels like the moon forgot to go to sleep."Emily adjusted her goggles, the frost clinging to her lashes. "It’s surreal. It’s like walking through someone else’s dream."They had been in Barrow, Alaska for a week now—collecting atmospheric data, mapping glacial cracks, and working with indigenous scientists on traditional ecological knowledge. Their days blurred into midnight blue, with no true daylight in sight. Yet the land pulsed with life.Inside the Arctic dome lab, Emily pored over new climate readings. Sarah typed out notes from a native elder’s oral history interview. Outside, the aurora shimmered again, reflecting in the windows like a reminder that even in dar

DragonJ3T launched just after dawn, leaving behind a golden streak across Harmonfield's sky. Unlike the earlier Moon mission, this was no sprint. This was a marathon across the stars—a three-month voyage to Mars.The rocket itself was a fortress in space. DragonJ3T boasted over two dozen chambers, living quarters lined with titanium-alloy walls, and gravity-assisted treadmills, algae-based oxygen converters, and vast tanks filled with enhanced diesel and solar-fusion cells. It was more luxury penthouse than a ship—though danger constantly pressed from outside its metal shell.Emily stood by a wide glass viewport on Day 9, watching the stars blur past."Still feels unreal," she murmured.Jack passed her a nutrient gel pack. "It should. We weren’t meant to go this far. But we’re doing it anyway."Sarah walked in, adjusting her tablet. "Biodome syncs confirmed. The Martian engineers sent a status update: colony temperature's holding.""Good," Jack said. "Let’s just hope the AI wasn’t bei

The city lights of Harmonfield dimmed in Jack's vision as he looked past them, toward the endless ocean beyond. The memory of Mars still lingered like stardust in his bones, but Earth—its problems, its beauty—was calling. He stood on the highest balcony of Dragon Corp Tower with Sarah beside him, and for a moment, the world seemed both impossibly vast and surprisingly close. "You’re thinking again," Sarah said softly, brushing her fingers against his. Jack gave a half-smile. "I was just wondering... what if the next frontier isn’t up there? What if it’s below us?" Sarah raised a brow. "Underwater?" "We conquered the sky. We touched the stars. But 70% of our planet is ocean. Untouched. Unlived." She looked out toward the horizon. "So you want to build Atlantis now?" "Not Atlantis," Jack replied. "A future. One that floats, dives, adapts." By the end of the quarter, the project was born. DRAGON ABYSS A sprawling underwater initiative—part research station, part resident