The Blueprint of Babel

In the Country F Army command centre, senior military officers and political figures gathered, but the room was silent.

Moritz, a military adviser sent by the Freemasonry from Europe, said nothing, and the expression on his face did not reveal the thoughts in his mind. The president of Country F, Aquino IV, looked around, tightened his collar, and whispered to the assistant beside him.

"Pour a glass of water for me, thank you."

The assistant nodded and left the room.

On the other side of the table was the newly appointed Army Marshal, Stark. He silently stared at the live broadcast of the military exercises that just ended. His fists were clinched tightly against his thighs to the point where his veins were exposed.