Since Alastair returned from the fourth-dimensional prison, Tesseract. The turbulence that the Federation had confronted for a couple of months had finally subsided.
The assurance brought about by the strongest of humanity, the Seventh Paragon, wasn't to be underestimated.
Now that the New World was stabilizing, Damien stood within the assembly room of the White House, gazing upon the higher echelons of the Federation and the Paragons of SIGIL.
Why was he standing before them?
Well, the answer was simple.
A disastrous wave of catastrophe was hurling towards the shores of the New World. It wasn't something they could ignore, for it was a threat beyond the realms of normal.
Even Alastair, the strongest of humanity, sat amongst them. She was already aware of the existence of those outside. The true overlords of the current era.
The reason why a temporary peace was established between the Federation and the Clan was power.
