As she mapped out the phases of her business plan, her expression remained cold and impassive. Competitors, markets, governments—all would be crushed under the weight of her ambition. There would be no mercy, no negotiation. Her business empire would rise, and those who stood in her way would be eliminated with the same detachment she had shown the-dawn Mercenaries. Emotions, alliances, personal ties—they were all weaknesses she had long discarded. In this world, only the strong survived, and Sofia intended to be at the pinnacle of it.

The room was silent, save for the quiet rustle of papers as she finalized her plans. The faint moonlight cast long shadows across the room, but even in the darkness, her gaze remained sharp, cutting through the night like the sword she wielded with such precision. For Sofia, this was just the beginning. The world would soon know her name—not as a fleeting emotion or a passing storm—but as the cold, ruthless architect of a new era of power.

After meticulously laying out her plans, Sofia leaned back in her chair, her cold eyes scanning the room as if calculating the next hundred steps in her rise to power. The blueprint for her future business empire was flawless. She had envisioned every detail, from the acquisition of cutting-edge technology to the manipulation of global markets. With her merciless efficiency, she had already decided which corporations would be absorbed or crushed under her growing influence. Nothing would stand in her way.

As the final piece of her plan fell into place, Sofia made a decision: it was time to act. Delays would only weaken her position, and in her world, indecision was akin to failure. Her hand hovered over her phone for a moment before she dialed a secure number. On the other end was one of her most trusted associates which she had met in the saber mercenaries tom which is his code name he is a business genius found by Sofia in the group, someone who handled the daily aspects of her operations. There was no need for pleasantries.

"Activate the assets," Sofia said, her voice as cold as ever. "Begin the acquisitions."

The orders were simple, but the impact would be seismic. In the days to come, key players in the tech industry would begin to fall, one by one, either through hostile takeovers or more discreet methods. Rival companies would face sudden financial ruin, their stocks plummeting, their resources devoured by Sofia's growing empire. Behind the scenes, sabotage, hacking, and espionage would make sure that no one could resist her for long.

But Sofia did not intend to stop there. Her empire would extend far beyond technology. She wanted control over information, communication, even the world's most critical infrastructure. With her new power, she could influence governments, manipulate economies, and shape the future on her terms. And no one would ever see it coming.

Days passed, and reports began flooding in. Her operatives had successfully destabilized a key competitor, an old tech giant that had dominated the market for years. Within hours, she had arranged for a swift acquisition, absorbing their talent, patents, and data into her own company. Her subordinates worked tirelessly, but none dared seek her approval or opinion. They simply carried out her will, knowing that failure was not an option.

In the shadows, whispers of her growing influence began to spread. Other business moguls started to notice the sudden shifts in the market, the inexplicable collapses of once-powerful companies. They scrambled to understand what was happening, but Sofia kept her involvement concealed. To the world, it looked like a series of unfortunate coincidences—a perfect storm of bad decisions and unfortunate timing. But in reality, it was all her doing, every move part of a larger game she played with a level of precision that no one could match.

As the weeks went on, her technology empire grew. Her businesses stretched across continents, her reach extending into markets and industries that most would never even consider. Through it all, Sofia remained calm, emotionless, and calculated, pulling strings from the shadows, watching her rivals fall one by one.

One evening, Sofia stood by the window of her private office, overlooking the city below. Her empire had begun to take shape, but she knew this was only the beginning. She had enemies—many of them powerful and dangerous. But she had no fear. Every potential threat had already been assessed, and contingency plans were in place.

A quiet knock on her door broke her thoughts. Without turning, she allowed the visitor to enter. It was one of her senior subordinates, a man with purple eye named allamon who had proven his loyalty over the months.

"The next phase is ready," he said quietly. "We can proceed as planned."

Sofia nodded once, her gaze still fixed on the city lights. "Good. Make sure there are no mistakes."

"There won't be," he assured her, though his voice carried a note of unease. He knew what was at stake, and he had seen firsthand what happened to those who failed Sofia.

As he left the room, Sofia allowed herself a rare moment of reflection. She had come far, built an empire on the ruins of her enemies. But there was more to do. She wasn't just creating a business; she was creating an empire—one that would control not just wealth, but the very fabric of the world.

And as she stood there, the faintest trace of a smile played at the corner of her lips. Cold, ruthless, and utterly indifferent, Sofia was ready for the next step. The world would bend to her will, whether it knew it or not. And by the time anyone realized what she had done, it would already be too late.