The Fall of the Syndicate

Dawn over the Aegean arrived not in violence, but in a breathtaking cascade of rose-gold light and tranquil azure waters. The morning sun illuminated the craggy cliffs of *Isla de la Muerte*, where Greek naval engineers and European forensic accounting teams were already cataloging the confiscated munitions and sealing the underground bunker. Down in the harbor basin, *The Obsidian Sovereign* prepared to cast off her mooring lines. Inside the superyacht’s…