"So, if I am understanding this correctly, you plan to return the entire planet to an optimal ecological condition. The entire planet." Whitlock leaned back in his premium leather armchair, steepling his fingers.
He looked at the nineteen-year-old sitting across from him, then at the impossibly powerful, gold-dressed woman currently treating that nineteen-year-old's lap like a lounge chair.
"That is a massive undertaking, Liam. Even for you. Don't you think?"
Liam simply smiled. It was a calm, even expression that offered absolutely nothing in the way of a concession. He rested one hand casually on Yanxia's back as she continued to kick her feet idly in the air, deeply engrossed in whatever conversation she was having with Lucy through her Lucid device.
