New York, Manhattan National Park.
Ever since its establishment, Manhattan National Park had hosted gatherings of all sizes.
Today's gathering, however, was anything but ordinary. Sharp-looking Secret Service agents in black suits were scattered throughout the park, while large numbers of police sealed off and guarded its perimeter.
"We live in a great age of constant change, and we are all fortunate enough to witness history and myth!"
On the podium, the president, with his signature corn-tassel blond hair, spoke with easy confidence before leaders and reporters from around the world.
Although he was nearly eighty, the president showed none of an elderly man's decrepitude. Instead, he brimmed with passion and energy.
He stood in stark contrast to the previous president, who had been like a piece of rotten wood.
Although 11.5 million pages of documents had accused him of various trumped-up crimes, he had returned like lightning and reclaimed the presidency.
"Six hundred years ago, our freedom-seeking ancestors ushered in the Age of Exploration, laying the foundation for our dominance of the world today. Sixty years ago, our fearless astronauts left their footprints on the moon, achieving a giant leap for human civilization."
The president raised a finger straight toward the sky in his signature gesture, his blond hair standing up exaggeratedly as he declared with commanding vigor:
"Exploring the supernatural world is no less significant than opening up the New World during the Age of Exploration, or venturing into space in the last century! And now, it is our turn to inherit our ancestors' glory and continue leading human civilization in the Supernatural Era!"
Although quite a few leaders in the audience privately disdained the incumbent president, they had to admit that his speech was infectious and spoke to their hearts.
After the third descent of the Crimson