At that moment, upon hearing what the head of the five generals just said, Damien didn’t so much as flinch. His expression remained calm, unreadable, almost amused by his words. He slowly took one step forward, the echo of his boot against the concrete floor ringing out in the silence of the vast warehouse. “So,” Damien said, his voice steady but edged with disdain, “I suppose you’ve received the wrong information.” Then his eyes scanned each of the five men, taking his time. There was no hint of fear in his gaze. No hesitation in his tone either. “But I’m glad,” he continued, “because this confirms something I’ve been suspecting. That Elvis… the same Elvis who tampered with things that didn’t belong to him… must be affiliated with you.” At that moment he let the sentence settle. “Now, I don’t need to search anymore,” Damien added. “If you five are bold enough to step in like this, that means I’m getting close to the root.” Hearing what Damien just said the generals remained

At that moment, Demian just broke into a low, steady laugh. It started from his throat and echoed through the warehouse like a drumbeat in a cave. The kind of laugh that wasn’t meant to entertain, but to mock. His face lit up with a glint of amusement that deeply unsettled even the generals. “Why?” Demian asked, wiping a corner of his eye, though no real tear had formed. “Why are you so sure I’m not the one who crushed your so-called strongest fighter? What makes you so confident that I’m not the man you fear?” Hearing what Damien just said, the head general’s eyes narrowed. The rest of the general's didn't even flinch—they stood like statues, watching, listening. The head general took a step closer, the look on his face a mix of pity and slight annoyance. “You want to know why?” he said, voice lower but clear. “I’ll tell you. But just know… after I do, your time above the ground starts counting in minutes. You’re not walking out of here alive.” Damien didn’t respond. He just

At that moment, the thick black chain coiled tightly around Damien’s body like a hungry serpent. The instant the final loop snapped into place, one of the generals made a sharp hand sign, and the chain shimmered—then vanished. It didn’t fall away or dissolve—it sank into Damien’s body. But the grip, the hold of it, was still there. It felt like something was choking him from the inside, binding not just his limbs but locking something deeper—his strength, his very core. At that moment the general who controlled the chain grinned, his voice sharp and full of mockery. “I thought you were strong,” he said, chuckling low like a man who had already won. “I thought you were invincible. how proud you're and you fall this easily, to one of my weakest techniques?” His laughter echoed in the warehouse, filled with pride and relief. At that moment the head of the generals stepped forward, his boots scraping slowly across the cold floor. He had been holding his breath the whole time, waiti

He wasn’t impressed, Just then, one of the generals the one who used twin daggers appeared in front of Demian with a wide smirk. But something was different. This time, he didn’t just summon two daggers. No seven gleaming daggers appeared out of thin air. They shimmered like glass, vanishing in and out of sight. The general slashed with the first two daggers. Clang! However Damien blocked them easily with his iron fist bam, bam! two solid parries, clean and sharp. His fingers gleamed slightly from the technique. But that was when he realized something. The other five daggers weren’t in front of him. They were behind him. The general had used the first two daggers to distract him, while the others aimed to strike him from the back one aimed for his shoulder, another for his neck, and three for his spine. But Damien only smiled. As if he had already expected it. “Cute trick,” he whispered. And in one smooth motion, he spun on one foot, twisting his whole bo

At that moment, Uncle Bernard quickly dropped beside Deborah, holding her by the shoulders. His voice was shaky, filled with worry. “Deborah! Deborah, can you hear me? What happened? Are you alright? Why did you fall like that?” His hands gently tapped her cheeks, hoping she would open her eyes. But nothing. No blink. No answer. “Deborah, please say something…” His voice cracked halfway through the words. Jessica knelt beside her mother too, already tearing up. “Mom… what’s going on? Talk to us, please!” But Deborah didn’t move. That was when Uncle Bernard turned his eyes to Damien, desperate and unsure. “Please,” he said, “whatever it is you did earlier with those men… I hope it didn’t affect her. Please, just check. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She was fine a moment ago.” Damien, who had been standing a few steps away, stepped forward slowly. His eyes didn’t show panic. He had seen things like this too many times. He crouched slightly, just enough to observ