Wherever there was shadow, there were those golden angels.
The mechanical carrier pigeon was captured the moment it left the island, for those superhumans possessed the ability to track specific psychic signals. But just as Hecate had said, the pigeon would deliver the parchment to the person it was meant to reach, so she was not worried that the treatise and letter written upon it would be lost. The footsteps of war had drawn near Greece. Those Thracians were about to set foot on this land and continue the glory of a thousand years ago. This was the Emperor's ambition and his war, a relatively simplified path toward utopia from the "Unified Truth." Hecate was unsurprised by such an outcome—the most fundamental principle of the international political order was the formation of different classes based on territory, resources, industrialization, economic conditions, military strength, and more, followed by dialogue, negotiation, trade, and war between those classes. To resolve the chain of suspicion inherent in international political realism, to withstand the unending alien wars of the future, a unified and cooperative Human Race nation was bound to rise. It was an inevitability of history. Just as He had done in the future—or the past—He once again stood at the crest of the era, leading humanity down the correct path.
"My Lord, the surveillance target Hecate has written a treatise."
"Not now, Hammurabi."
While driving to the Petrie Estate restaurant near Buckingham Palace, Hammurabi promptly delivered a piece of intelligence. Everyone in the world knew where the Emperor's next move would be. The spy network across Greece had long since been cast, and vital intelligence was flowing continuously into the Strategic Staff Department. This included, but was not limited to, troop training, movements at naval and air bases, the maintenance status of F-16Cs,