Jack’s gaze lingered on the holographic projections as the DragonJet maintained its steady orbit. The atrium at Dragon Corporation glimmered with banners of innovation, while the central quad of Dragon University shone with the glow of thousands of students’ devices. Every screen, every movement, every wave of hands pulsed with energy. And Jack, from his place inside the cabin, became more than a leader—he was a conduit for every wave of excitement, every heartbeat of anticipation.“Tonight,” Jack began, voice calm yet resonant, “we are witnessing not just proof of coordination, but the beginning of the most expansive development initiative either of our institutions has ever undertaken. Dragon Corporation will accelerate its research into autonomous systems, renewable energy grids, and AI-driven infrastructure. Every node, every line of code, every prototype you’ve contributed will now integrate into a larger, dynamic ecosystem, designed to scale across regions and borders. No innov

The DragonJet roared forward—silent, precise, unstoppable—closing the distance as the team stood united, rejoicing not in what they had done……but in what was already, irreversibly, underway.The acceleration steadied into a sustained climb, powerful and relentless. The cabin lighting adjusted again, dimming slightly as luminosity from the viewport intensified. Earth now filled nearly the entire forward line of sight, its curvature sweeping outward beyond the edges of the glass, as though the planet itself were coming to meet them halfway.Then the DragonTech system chimed—not with urgency, but celebration.INCOMING SYNCHRONIZED BROADCAST — HARMONFIELD | DRACONIA CORE REGIONSVISUAL CHANNELS: LIVEBefore anyone spoke, the forward auxiliary panels ignited.Holograms unfolded gracefully through the cabin—layered, panoramic, immersive.Harmonfield appeared first.The city bloomed into light.Skyscrapers lined the holographic streets, their exteriors washed with emerald and cobalt illumin

Instead, it changed posture.Beneath the hull, containment vents rotated in a precise, almost ceremonial sequence. External shielding adjusted micro-angles, petals of alloy shifting to expose the controlled exhaust channels along the undercarriage.Then the fire came.Not an explosion. Not violence.A disciplined bloom of ionized plasma ignited downward—blue-white at the core, flaring into gold at its edges—compressing atmosphere into obedient vectors. The thrust didn’t push recklessly. It asserted itself, a declaration written in physics instead of sound.The cabin felt it.Not as pressure, but as certainty.Artificial gravity recalibrated again, seamless as breath. The floor didn’t pull harder—it anchored. Every bone, every muscle aligned with the descent as if the human body had been waiting for this orientation all along.Ryan let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh as he steadied himself. “Okay. That’s new.”Jackson’s eyes were glued to the telemetry. “We just switched from descent t

The cabin doors hissed open.A rush of fresh air, crisp and tinged with the metallic scent of the Space Center, spilled inside. Jack inhaled deeply, the hum of the DragonJet fading behind him as reality—the tactile, alive world of Harmonfield—reclaimed dominance.One by one, the team stepped forward. Emily adjusted her helmet slightly, glancing at the city below, her eyes shining with awe. Ryan walked with easy confidence, a grin spreading across his face. Lena and Matilda followed, shoulders back, expressions calm yet radiant. Jackson brought up the rear, a mixture of pride and disbelief flickering in his gaze.Jack’s hand went to the latch of the DragonJet. The hiss deepened as the ramp extended outward, metal gleaming under the early morning light. One step, and the gravity of Harmonfield anchored him fully, the city stretching vast and alive before him.Outside, engineers snapped into synchronized applause. Their movements were precise, deliberate, like a well-rehearsed welcome.

The applause and cheering did not fade. Even as the echoes of the twenty-four-gun salute settled, thousands of citizens remained, hands raised, voices joined in unbroken acclamation. Jack lowered the Dragon Dagger slightly, letting the sun glint off its edge, the symbol of the DragonBearer still commanding attention.The LED screens flickered once, twice, then expanded, splitting into multiple frames. A new set of figures appeared—each framed by the architecture and emblem of their respective regions. The governors of Harmonfield and surrounding areas—Richmond, Redmond, Reidsville, and Carlisle—stood tall, formally attired, their expressions a mixture of pride, relief, and awe.Governor Adrian Cole of Harmonfield appeared first, his face illuminated by the morning sun reflecting off the screen. “Citizens of Harmonfield and Draconia,” he began, voice calm but carrying authority, “today we witness history. Jack Parker, DragonBearer, and his team, your return signals not only achievement