The real power remained in the hands of the factions, the unseen orchestrators of the nation’s fate.…. The ornate halls of the Constitutional Court buzzed with a tension thick enough to choke on. Outside, Seoul simmered, a pressure cooker about to explode. Inside, Justice Moon Hyung-bae’s voice, amplified and grave, echoed, “President Yoon Suk Yeol violated his duty… a serious challenge to democracy.” In this South Korea, the presidency was a gilded cage, a pseudo-monarchy elected by the people, yet stripped of true power. The president was a figurehead, a reassuring presence, a ceremonial overseer of the judiciary, legislature, and executive, none of which he truly controlled. Yoon, however, had dared to forget his place. Driven by a desperate, misguided desire to “restore order,” he’d invoked martial law, a relic of a bygone era, a move that the real power brokers, the entrenched political factions, deemed an unforgivable overreach...