The world seemed to slow down as the Chairman's thumb descended on the "Remote Detonator." In the 21st century, we called this a "Market Crash." In Valaria, they called it "Divine Judgment."
BOOM.
The bridge leading into the "Administrative District" didn't just collapse; it "Liquidated." Massive blocks of white marble, each worth a "King's Ransom," fell into the dark waters of the Valarian Canal. The "Iron Road" we had spent weeks building was now a "Severed Connection."
"Elara! The 'Track Continuity' is at zero!" Sarah screamed from the cab, her hands white-knuckled on the "Emergency Brake." "If we don't 'De-Accelerate' now, we're going to 'Plunge' into the canal!"
I looked at the gap—a fifty-foot "Divestment" of solid ground. Then I looked up at the Chairman, who was smiling down from the battlements like a "Majority Shareholder" who had just "Short-Squeezed" his rival into bankruptcy.
