In a world of simmering tensions and subtle espionage, Ava, a master strategist with an analytic mind like no other, reclined in her chair, surrounded by screens flickering with data from her global network. She had devised the plan she titled ‘Operation Dominion’ with precision that rivaled the finest watchmakers.

Her confidant, Leo, with tawny eyes reflecting a voracious ambition, leaned over the console. 'It's time,' he said, and she nodded. The erudition behind her plan would have made Machiavelli green with envy. They were about to unleash a series of cyber-attacks that would destabilize economies, tailored flawlessly for chaos to reign.

Reports of financial turmoil blanketed the airwaves as Ava's orchestrated digital assault made its mark. She whispered to herself, 'Phase one, a resounding success.' Eerie calmness pervaded her control room. Her next steps would involve leveraging the pandemonium, aligning with powerful allies who once operated in the shadows.

At a clandestine meeting, Ava met with the syndicate leaders, each concealed in shadows, their influence far-reaching and malignant. 'With the recent chaos, the world is ripe for a new power to emerge,' Ava articulated with confidence. They bantered over territories and influence— pledges of allegiance were made, and betrayals were ascertained within hushed whispers.

Ava's machinations gathered momentum as her influence seeped into the power voids created by the initial chaos. New ideological movements, funded and manipulated from within her control room, gave rise to protests and demands for change. Her emblematic presence began to infiltrate the media, her voice synonymous with the promise of a new dawn.

As her sway grew, Ava carefully navigated the treacherous waters of global politics. At the United Nations, her holographic silhouette addressed the world leaders. Her words were measured but clear, 'Only through unity and a collective resolve can we overcome the turmoil besieging our nations.' Ava's offer of a coalition under her leadership tempted many.

Whispers turned to roars as the coalition led by Ava began taking shape. Puppet governments installed by her proxies spoke of a new era. This collective, under the aegis of Ava, started enacting reforms. Economies were revived, but at the heart of it all, the strings were tightly held by Ava, ensuring her control was absolute.

As the new world order took hold, Ava's rule was challenged by rebels resistant to her dogma. Skirmishes illuminated the fringes of her dominion, but with Leo's strategic acumen, Ava crushed the revolts. Her legion of loyalists became the enforcers of peace, their motives unyielding to anything but Ava's gaze, which shone with the brilliance of possession.

Amongst Ava’s cadre, whispers of dissent began as some questioned the morality of their reign. Yet, those who spoke out found themselves lost in unfortunate 'accidents.' Fear ensured silence within the ranks, as Ava's surveillance network became omniscient, always listening, always watching. There were eyes in every shadow, ears in every wall.

Years passed, and under Ava’s dominion, the world transformed. Technologies reached unthinkable heights of innovation, spearheaded by Ava's research initiatives. Yet, the disparity widened; the privileged lived in utopian grandeur, while the rest toiled under the ever-watching eyes, their every movement dictated by aggrandizing the collective that Ava championed so fiercely.

Ava's visage adorned the walls of the new world, looking down with omniscient eyes. Her dream of dominion actualized. Atop the zenith of her power, she gazed upon a world of order, efficiency, and unwavering control. Yet, far below the gilded towers of the intranational capital, seeds of revolution began to stir once more, a flicker of resistance against an empire built upon shadows.

Ava realized that holding on to power would be her greatest challenge. At the edge of her dominion, she reflexively understood that the cycle of power is perpetual. With Leo at her side, she contemplated her legacy. Would she be the sovereign of a new era or the tyrant engraved in the annals of revolution? Only the future held that secret, tightly in its grasp.