Those words spread across the world over the airwaves.
Washington, beneath the White House.
The president and his cabinet members exchanged looks, their faces filled with disbelief at the sheer absurdity.
"Has he gone mad? He wants us to... throw a party at a time like this?" the Secretary of Defense muttered.
The Secretary of State adjusted his glasses, his face deathly pale.
"This is humiliation. Naked humiliation."
"What if we refuse?"
A young staff officer could not help asking.
The president raised his head and looked at him as though he were already dead.
"At the end of the invitation, it says..."
The president's voice was painfully dry.
"Any nation that dares defy this order, or displays inappropriate emotions such as grief or fear at the banquet, will have its capital wiped off the map within three minutes."
"The enforcers will be those newly surrendered... Bio-Tyrant legions."
The room fell so quiet that a pin drop could have been heard.
The same scene played out in London, Paris, Moscow, and every center of power across the world.
An hour later.
The global live broadcast split into 197 separate feeds.
In Times Square, the mayor of New York wore a tailcoat and raised his wineglass, his expression stiff.
Beneath the Eiffel Tower, the president of France forced a smile as he cut into the bloody steak on his plate.
Outside the Kremlin, Russian officials drank vodka in silence while a military band played "Katyusha."
The entire world staged an apocalyptic celebration of unparalleled absurdity and strangeness.
Everyone was forced to become an audience member at this "feast," awaiting the verdict of an unknown and terrifying fate.
Meanwhile, in the Greenhouse of the One God Temple.
The real feast had only just begun.
Chu Men reclined on a newly woven throne