The semicircular tiered hall was packed to the brim, voices clamoring like a pot of boiling water.
Leaders from more than two hundred countries had gathered here, each taking their seats.
They represented the pinnacle of power on this planet, and any consensus they reached would be enough to determine the course of the world.
At the central seats sat the World Security Council, composed of the Big Five. Below them were representatives of smaller nations and various factions, including Magneto Erik Lehnsherr, bearing the title of Wakanda's foreign minister, and Doctor Doom Victor Doom of Latveria. One represented Africa, the other Eastern Europe, and both were qualified to attend.
All of this was thanks to the meticulous plan Sean had prepared when he first laid out his vision for the world and planned its future.
He had sent Magneto and his Brotherhood to the vast African Continent, while Doctor Doom Victor Doom had been sent back to his homeland, Latveria.
Now, with Wakanda at the center, the former had united most of East Africa. Especially after Mutants gained widespread recognition throughout society and were even called "New Humans," the Brotherhood's leader had begun to entertain the idea of founding a nation. To that end, he had tested S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attitude more than once.
Latveria, led by Victor Doom, was a nation dominated by a religious regime. From top to bottom, there was only one voice: Doctor Doom's.
Doom had actively gathered Eastern Europe's dark forces, bringing all those aberrant creatures under his command. This had allowed Latveria to rise in one leap as the representative of Eastern Europe's various powers.
Sean sat in the reception room next door, rhythmically tapping his fingers. He did not bother guessing the outcome, because it had long since been decided. There was no need