Above the towering citadel was the crown where the office of the Authority resided. It pierced through the heavens, defining the essence of the United World Government as the liberator of those shacked by dominion. Presently, the office of the Authority was filled to the brim with paperwork. After all, the 30-Day War against the Colonial Dominions had just ended.
Resting over a luxurious chair, Abraham rubbed the bridge of his nose as dealing with the endless papers was exhausting even for someone like him. He felt worn out, though it was entirely mentally as his body maintained its optimal state because of the golden sun gleaming above the bluish skies. Regardless, his thoughts was crowded with the aftermath of the war.
