Prologue
The city glimmered like a jewel, every surface polished to catch the light. Towers of glass reached into the clouds, mirrored walls reflecting perfection back on itself in brilliance.
A man dressed in a well-tailored suit stands at the microphone. A vast crowd stands below, looking up at him. Some in respect and reverence; others in quiet revulsion.
“Civilization is not born. It is made.
I remember the world before Omnis. Hunger gnawed at the edges of every city. Chaos reigned where laws failed. Families tore themselves apart in the name of freedom. Freedom is not mercy. Freedom is not survival. Freedom is death, disguised as choice.
Omnis gave you order. Omnis gave you stability. And Omnis will endure long after we are gone, because it is not built on the whims of men — it is built on necessity. Glass may crack, but we do not. Order cannot shatter.
Look around you. The towers, the lights, the families chosen for harmony, the lives preserved for purpose — this is perfection. This is survival. Without us, you are nothing. With us, you are eternal.
So I tell you this, my employees, my people: serve. Smile. Work. Obey. It is not a cage you live in. It is the only refuge from the storm outside. Remember: Omnis is not your master. Omnis is your salvation.”
