The words were venom, quiet but laced with arrogance — the kind of tone reserved for people already marked for death.Behind him, the Vorn Dogs watched closely, muscles tensing, fingers twitching on weapons.Phantom’s heart jumped. Felix swallowed hard, instinctively shifting behind Elijah.But Elijah?He didn’t flinch.Didn’t blink.He took a step forward — closing the distance further. His eyes now fixed directly on the man, calm… yet crackling beneath with something unseen. Something vast.Then, Elijah answered — his voice even calmer than before.“I’m the man who decides whether or not you leave here standing.”A breathless silence swept the compound.Even the wind seemed to freeze.The pale man’s smirk faded…Just a little.Phantom, sensing the temperature of the standoff rising far too quickly, took a step forward and placed a cautious hand out toward Elijah’s arm.“Master… please,” he said, voice low and urgent.“Let me handle this. I’ll talk to them. We don’t need this to turn

Elijah stood tall, eyes still locked on the stunned faces of the Vorn Dogs. The air around him pulsed with silent power — thick, almost electric.Suddenly—“OPEN FIRE!”The boss screamed, his voice laced with panic and fury.Three more Vorn Dogs raised their rifles without hesitation.RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!Bullets flew, tearing through the air with deadly speed.But before they could reach him—Elijah moved.Like lightning, he lunged toward the body of the last man he had killed, still crumpled near the bus. With one smooth motion, Elijah lifted the corpse by the collar and arm, spinning it into place just as the bullets arrived.THWUMP–THWUMP–THWUMP!The lifeless body jerked violently in his grip as rounds tore through it, spraying blood and cloth — but not one bullet touched Elijah.Felix gasped, hands over his mouth in horror and awe.Phantom’s jaw clenched. Even he had never seen such raw, ruthless efficiency.Elijah didn’t flinch. He didn’t blink. He stood calmly behind the ruined bod

Elijah didn’t answer.He just took one more step forward… and the ground cracked again beneath his foot.The silence was broken only by the sound of fear spreading through the remaining Vorn Dog men.Even Phantom, still on the ground, looked up at Elijah in awe and terror.“He… he shattered his arm,” one of his men whispered.And Elijah?He raised his gaze coldly to the boss and said:“You haven’t seen anything yet.”The Vorn Dog boss stood frozen, his breath shaky, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at his limp, mangled arm.“No… no, that’s not possible…” he muttered.That strike—he had used everything. All his trained strength, all his dark energy, all the power that made him feared even across cities.That blow had shattered concrete walls…It had ended lives…And yet—this young man before him had not only taken it—he’d crushed him in return.“No human should be able to stand that,” he whispered again, his voice breaking.Elijah took another calm step forward, his expression

Phantom stood silently amidst the chaos—dozens of lifeless bodies sprawled across the compound, the scent of gunpowder and blood still thick in the air. His eyes swept over the corpses of the Vorn Dogs. They had come with threats, machetes, guns, and arrogance… and now they lay still, humbled by a single man.His lips twitched into a smirk. There was shock in his expression—but beneath it, unmistakable satisfaction. Untouchable… That was how he felt now. He had seen Elijah's strength before, but never like this. Never this raw. Never this dominant.And to think… this was the same man who used to sit quietly, barely drawing attention.Phantom clenched his jaw slightly, pride swelling in his chest. “New Ember has a god,” he murmured under his breath.Behind him, one of the younger men stood frozen, pale and trembling. He was the same guy who had once tried to mug Elijah months ago, not knowing who he was. He stared blankly at the bloodied courtyard, then at the long smear of red on the

Dorson walked slowly to his desk and set down his hat, his expression unreadable. Then he turned around, leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded.“I saw it,” he said quietly.The Senior Inspector stood stiff, waiting for Dorson’s reaction, but the superintendent remained quiet for a long moment, his sharp eyes distant, as if calculating.Finally, Dorson spoke, his tone calm but firm.“That wasn’t just some street fight… that was a message.”The inspector nodded quickly.“Yes sir. A loud one. The entire city is talking. Phantom Reiss just wiped out the Vorn Dogs like they were street thugs. Publicly claimed territory over New Ember… like it’s his personal kingdom.”Dorson exhaled through his nose, his jaw tightening slightly.“They didn’t just kill nobodies… they slaughtered one of the most ruthless sects from Raventhal. On camera. And Phantom made sure the whole world saw it.”The inspector shifted uneasily, voice dropping.“Do we… make a move, sir? Issue a warrant? Bring him