The wind rustled the blueprints on Jack's desk, but he didn’t move. He’d been staring at the new designs for nearly an hour, lost somewhere between the future and a flicker of the past. A digital assistant softly pinged, notifying him of a late meeting request, but he ignored it. Downstairs, the city of Harmonfield buzzed with peace—a kind of organized chaos built on the back of vision, steel, sweat... and trust.Emily had just left the office an hour earlier, still glowing from a joint call with South Korean agricultural ministers. Sarah had gone to visit a newly opened vertical farm on the east end, smiling softly when she kissed Jack goodbye, like she somehow knew it would be the last calm moment for a while.In a dark corner of Harmonfield, far from the lights of Dragon Home, Ryan Brooks adjusted the collar of his jacket and stepped into the private lounge where Victor Krane was waiting."Took you long enough," Krane said without looking up. He swirled his whiskey and motioned to

The engines of the DragonJet whispered against the sky, cutting through clouds like a blade of purpose. Inside, Jack Parker sat unmoving, his eyes fixed on the horizon. His dragon dagger lay in his lap, gleaming softly beneath the low light of the cabin. Kaida's voice echoed in his earpiece. "ETA to Reidsville: fifty-eight minutes." He said nothing. Emily’s last words before he boarded rang in his ears. You’re a symbol. But right now, he wasn’t flying as a symbol. He was flying as a warning. Reidsville sat beneath a haze of smog and silence. The moment Jack’s boots touched the tarmac, the atmosphere shifted. The sun barely penetrated the thick clouds overhead. Jack didn’t wait for clearance or announcement. He moved with purpose. The VK Directive loomed ahead—Victor Krane’s infamous headquarters. A grotesque fusion of corporate power and criminal arrogance, it towered like a crownless throne in the heart of Reidsville. Blackened steel, crimson neon lining, and windows tinte

Jack Parker and Sarah Thompson sat in the quiet grass as the final lights of Harmonfield blinked into stars. The warmth from their coffee mugs lingered in their hands, and so did the weight of their next move.Jack set his mug down beside him. "Tomorrow, we build the soil."By dawn, Dragon Agriculture was born.Within forty-eight hours, a high-level summit convened in Harmonfield’s innovation district. Delegates from twelve nations arrived. Farmers, agronomists, logistics experts, climate scientists, and urban planners filled the massive hall, all standing beneath a giant green banner that read:GREENDragon: Growing the Future.Emily Wilson stood on the stage beside Jack, now dressed in earth-toned corporate wear, her eyes sharper than ever. The crowd buzzed. She leaned toward Jack and whispered, "You sure the world is ready for this much change again?"Jack answered without looking away. "It wasn’t ready for DRAGONPower either. But we made it ready."The presentation began.Jack mapp

Jack stood silently as the chants swelled around them.“Hail the Dragon Heir!”“Jack Parker, the Dragon of Harmonfield!”“Long live Sarah Thompson, the Builder of Peace!”“Emily Wilson! Our Flame in the Dark!”He wasn’t the type to bask in applause, but for once, Jack let himself feel it—not the praise, but the proof. Proof that the world was healing. Proof that even wounds as deep as Earth's could mend, with vision, will, and unity.Emily gently elbowed him. “They're not chanting because you saved them, Jack.”He raised an eyebrow. “No?”“They’re chanting because you believed they could save themselves.”Jack said nothing. But he held the moment.Weeks later, the buzz inside Dragon Corporation was unlike anything before. The air was thick with vision and urgency. The first whispers came from Jack’s corner office, where he stood surrounded by atmosphere modelers, planetary chemists, and geospatial analysts.“We’re going after the air next,” Jack said, voice low, clear, definitive. “No

Salt still clung to Jack’s skin when the hoverjet dropped them back in Harmonfield. Night had just begun to settle, casting the skyline in deep golds and violets. The ride from the beach had been silent—not awkward, just reverent. The kind of silence that only followed days that rewrote history.Jack glanced at Emily and Sarah as they disembarked. "Get some rest. Tomorrow starts another chapter."Emily gave him a small nod, her eyes already scanning updates on her tablet.Sarah squeezed his shoulder. "No more oceans to clean?"Jack met her gaze, thoughtful. "No. Now we build what comes after."Two weeks later, the world once again gathered.This time in Harmonfield, where cranes no longer built skyscrapers, but something entirely new.Jack stood before a massive holographic display, the rotating blueprint of a city unlike anything seen before. Organic lines, adaptive infrastructure, energy-neutral districts, vertical farms woven through residential blocks."This is the next phase," Ja