Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Suddenly, one of the alliance officials, a man named Malik, raised his hand. His face, marked with fine lines, reflected experience and intelligence.

"Master Haikal, what if we involve civilians from various alliance nations? They could actively participate in this event, either as servers, guides, or even additional performers. This way, our guests will see how engaged our people are in such a major event."

Haikal gave a faint smile, a rare but meaningful expression. He looked at Malik with a gaze full of appreciation before responding. "An excellent suggestion, Malik. Make sure this is organized properly. We need to announce this immediately to recruit volunteers. Select them based on their abilities and enthusiasm, not just to fill quotas."

Haikal then stepped forward to the podium. The sound of his footsteps lightly echoed in the room, drawing everyone's attention. He swept his gaze across the room, ensuring every pair of eyes was fixed on him.

"We have little time, but I am confident that with our cooperation, this can become a remarkable banquet. Remember, all of you represent the face of this alliance. Do not disappoint Master Lein," he said, his voice deep and resolute, like a leader who understood the weight of responsibility.

After finishing his speech, Haikal glanced at each member in the room, ensuring his message was understood. After a few moments of silence, he gave a small nod, signaling the meeting was over. The core members and officials immediately moved toward their respective tasks. They walked briskly, some already engaging in discussions about the steps to be taken.

Haikal remained standing at the podium, silent for a moment. He took a slow breath and then softly said, "Good," as if confirming to himself.

Suddenly, a bright blue light surrounded his body, radiating with enough intensity to leave anyone watching in awe. In an instant, Haikal vanished.

***

Floor 29 - Central Control Tower (CCT)n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The room was silent. Holographic panels glowed softly, displaying vital information in the form of graphs, maps, and reports. The blue and white light from the holographic screens reflected off the clean metallic walls, creating a futuristic atmosphere that felt cold yet professional.

At the center of the room, a man in a military uniform stood before a large table. His sharp eyes focused on the monitor above his desk, examining reports that were being updated in real-time.

On the monitor, a vast map appeared with dozens of green dots scattered across it. Each dot represented an active surveillance post. With precise finger movements, the middle-aged man tapped one of the green dots in the center of the map. Instantly, a video appeared in the corner of the screen, displaying the biodata of the officer on duty at the post.

Two guards were visible, standing alert, their gazes occasionally scanning the surrounding area. On the other side of the video, a table of information appeared, listing personnel numbers, security statuses, and other sensitive data.

The man nodded slightly and returned to the map screen. He tapped another dot, conducting a similar inspection. Despite the focus required for his task, his expression remained calm, reflecting his experience in managing such situations.

Across the room, several officers were busy with their respective tasks. The distance between their desks was enough to ensure their activity didn't create disruptive noise. Only the soft tapping of fingers on screens and the hum of electronic devices filled the room's quiet.

Amid the silence, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a presence beside him. The air grew slightly colder, as though a new energy had entered the room.

"Master Haikal?" he exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening. He even rubbed his eyes a few times, as if ensuring what he saw wasn't an illusion.

In front of him stood Haikal Emanuel, upright and imposing. The powerful aura emanating from the older man made the room feel smaller, as if the gravity around them had shifted.

"Apologies, sir. Why have you come here directly? Is there something I can assist you with?" The man, Yosa, immediately rose from his chair, standing with utmost respect.

Haikal Emanuel gave a slight nod, a faint smile gracing his face. "No need to worry, there's nothing wrong," he replied in a relaxed tone, yet still exuding authority.

With a wave of his hand, a simple chair materialized from thin air. Calmly, Haikal sat down before Yosa, making the man feel even smaller in his presence.

"Here's the situation, Yosa," Haikal began, his tone becoming more serious. "We're expecting visitors from beyond..."

Haikal explained in detail about the arrival of Aleron and the other guests. His voice remained calm, but every word carried a weight that made Yosa grasp the importance of the situation. Haikal also shared the plans previously discussed in the World Market Trade Alliance's main hall. His eyes locked onto Yosa's, emphasizing that these were direct orders from Lein, their supreme leader.

"Understood, sir! We from the security division are ready to assist. What do you need us to do?" Yosa replied with confidence. Hearing that this task was a direct order from Lein, his spirit burned with determination.

"Nothing new," Haikal replied calmly but firmly. "I just want you to secure the area around the event venue."

Yosa nodded, but his eyes showed enthusiasm, as if conveying that he was ready to give his best. Haikal continued, "The event will take place near the Tree of Life."

"Understood, sir. We'll form a special security team for this event," Yosa responded quickly, his tone resolute.

"In addition, I want you to secure the entire route," Haikal said as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Yosa picked up the paper and examined the map it displayed. The lines on the map marked the travel routes to be secured. The points began at the Teleportation Hub on Lein Island and ended at the Wiyata Hotel, the island's finest hotel. Another line showed the route from Wiyata Hotel to the Tree of Life on the mainland.

After thoroughly studying the map, Yosa nodded with confidence. "Very well, sir. We will secure the entire area, and I'll ensure smooth traffic along this route." His voice was steady, and his eyes reflected strong resolve.

"Good. I trust you, Yosa. With that, I'll take my leave," Haikal said briefly.

Without further ado, Haikal disappeared in an instant, as did the chair he had summoned. The faint blue light surrounding him gradually faded, leaving Yosa alone in the room.

"Huft..." Yosa let out a long breath, wiping the sweat that had started to form on his forehead. Truthfully, he had felt almost paralyzed with fear—not because Haikal was angry or threatening, but because the older man's aura was so dominant and intense, creating a suffocating atmosphere. Fortunately, Yosa had been in serious mode while on duty. Otherwise, his position might have been taken over by someone else by now.

Wasting no time, Yosa picked up the paper Haikal had given him and opened the holographic panel in front of him. His fingers moved swiftly, contacting the security division through the internal network. "Emergency meeting," he ordered. His face returned to a serious expression. He knew this task wasn't just about following orders but also about upholding the honor of Lein and the entire Alliance.