Unity Hall glowed with sunrise light as flags from Africa, Asia, Latin America, and the Pacific waved proudly. Narration: "The South was no longer silent. It was ready to speak."
Lacolone stepped onto the central podium, the Global South Union Charter radiant in his hands. Maya stood beside him, eyes firm and shining. The audience—citizens, students, elders, leaders—held their breath. History was about to change.
He raised the Charter. "For centuries we were occupied… plundered… enslaved. No more!" The crowd erupted: "Freedom! Freedom!" A young girl whispered through tears, "He's speaking for us." The hall trembled—not from war, but from truth.
A giant holographic screen appeared behind him. "40% of our children sleep hungry—while our lands feed foreign markets. 80% of our debts were forced by institutions we never chose." Gasps rippled. Faces hardened with resolve. Numbers struck deeper than any weapon.
The Charter unveiled a golden 3D map of the Global South, nations linked by living lines of light. "This is the Global South Union. A union of sovereignty, of science, of dignity—not of dependency." The crowd rose, roaring. The Charter was not paper—it was a sacred vow.
A montage illustrated its principles: farmers lifting wheat (food security), scientists sharing labs (knowledge for all), children raising books (education), people raising fists (human dignity). Narration: "Sovereignty… justice… knowledge… humanity."
Lacolone leaned forward, voice thunderous: "We will never again bow to neo-colonialism! We will never be managed by their banks or their armies!" A mother clutched her child, tears streaming. A journalist livestreamed, whispering, "This is shaking the entire world." It was not just a speech—it was a revolution.
Global reactions followed: Latin America's city squares cheered, Africa's villagers ululated at small TVs, Asian students chanted, "Unity is Power!" The Charter became a spark, fire spreading.
Opposition stirred: northern diplomats in panic. "If this succeeds—we lose control of their resources!" Cold silence followed. And thus began the great debate—East, West, North, South.
The future unfolded on a holographic roadmap: South-South Trade Zone, Global South Bank ($100B capital), Unified Food & Medicine Network, 10 Federated Universities. Maya declared, "This is not a dream. This is a plan." Citizens nodded, inspired.
Children waved small unity flags. A young worker whispered, "Maybe my son will not know hunger." Elders clasped hands, tears streaming. Hope had a face.
Comic relief arrived: Jessica nudged Valgor. "See? No battles needed." He frowned. "At least battles end faster…" She smirked. "Even you can't fight history." Valgor crossed his arms, hiding a grin.
Tension returned: a messenger slipped a note to Lacolone. His eyes flickered: "Elysium countdown active." He clenched it, masking worry from the crowd. Even in dawn… shadows moved.
Maya leaned close: "If shadows rise, will the South hold strong?" "…Only if our hearts prove stronger than fear," he replied.
They clasped hands, raising them together. "We are not seeking permission. We are claiming what is ours—our dignity, our sovereignty, our future!" The hall erupted, fists raised high.
Across the world, news screens displayed shocked crowds. Hashtags trended globally: #UnityEra / #SouthRises / #EndDependency. Commentators split: "This is liberation!" "This is dangerous populism!" The Charter had become a storm.
Underground, a hidden chamber pulsed with red light. The cocoon from earlier twitched faintly. Whispering voices murmured: "They unite above… we awaken below." Lacolone's shadowed eyes sensed danger.
Lacolone held the Charter high, golden light bathing Unity Hall.
"And so began the era of the South—a vow that would either free the world… or set it ablaze."