At that moment, upon hearing what Damien just said, Serenity stood frozen. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Her brows furrowed, not in confusion, but in a mixture of shock and realization. She had seen Damien fight before. She had seen the calm in his chaos. But this… the tone in his voice just now, the look in his eyes… it was different. It was cold. Focused. Sharp like a knife that had already chosen what it wanted to cut.However she didn't argue, she didn't speak.She just gave a slow, silent nod.Damien didn’t wait for anything more. He turned around and gestured toward the exit with a slight tilt of his head, and without hesitation, he walked away. Without wasting anymore time Serenity followed him from behind, still processing everything she had seen in that warehouse, and the pressure of what he had just asked her, she didn't know what he was planning to discuss with her, but she was curious.The air outside was cooler, but Serenity could feel her palms sweatin

At that moment, as Serenity’s eyes swept across the compound, she didn’t see Demian anywhere. Not near the gates, not behind the trees, not standing in the shadows. But something deep within her something she couldn’t explain was telling her that he was here. His spiritual energy still lingered. It was sharp, heavy, and impossible to ignore.She could feel it crawling up her spine, Like the walls themselves had absorbed his presence.Like the ground was whispering that Damien had already been here.And without being told, she just knew.Damien… was somewhere on this premises.Her heart skipped even more.Her face changed completely, and her jaw clenched tight.At that moment, a different kind of fear began to build up in her chest not for herself but for her grandfather.Without wasting anymore time she turned her head quickly toward the main building the Martian.Her thoughts scattered as panic took over.What if Damien didn’t come for her? What if he came for her grandfather? What i

Upon hearing what her grandfather just said, Serenity’s heart jumped in her chest. She blinked, stunned not because of the threat, but because she never thought her grandfather would say something like that. The War Goddess Tattoo and Title… it wasn’t just her identity. It was her pride, her legacy, something she had earned through sweat and sacrifice. And now he was bringing it up like it could be tossed aside?At that moment, Serenity’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke—not from fear, but from the weight of everything pressing down on her. She looked at her grandfather with disbelief in her eyes, her fists clenching at her sides as if trying to hold back the rising frustration burning in her chest.“I don’t understand…” she said, her voice sharp but wounded. “I don’t understand what you meant by those words, Grandpa. You said I could be dismissed? That my War Goddess Tattoo and title could be stripped? Why are you saying this to me? Why are you threatening me—because of Demian?”

At that moment, Winston's father sat forward, his voice slow, firm, and laced with a subtle weight of authority that only men who had survived dangerous games carried in their tone. The room was quiet, lit dimly by a single chandelier overhead, casting long shadows across the table between him and the man seated across from him—a man whose silence alone could send shivers through any seasoned soldier.“The pay,” Winston’s father began, placing a thick brown envelope on the table, “is one million dollars. Half now, half when the job is done.”He slid the envelope slowly across the polished surface. It stopped just before the man’s fingers. However the man didn’t reach for it. He simply looked up, waiting.Winston’s father narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want complications. I don’t want explanations. I want confirmation.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping. “Damien. If he’s still alive, I want to know. If he’s already dead, I want proof.”There was a brief pause. A subtle shift in the ro

Upon hearing what Damien just said, both the assassin and Winston’s father felt their anger boil. It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he said it. The mockery. The cold confidence. The way he stood in the middle of their territory, untouched and unshaken, like he owned the place.At that moment Winston’s father, unable to hold his fury any longer, stood up sharply from his chair, the legs scraping against the polished marble floor with a screech.“Did I just hear you correctly?” he spat, pointing a trembling finger toward Damien. “Did I just hear you talk to me like that? In my own house?”The assassin’s eyes narrowed, shifting between the two of them, his body subtly turning to face Damien. The tension in the air was thick, ready to snap.Then Winston’s father slammed his hand on the glass table, causing a slight crack to run through its surface. “You walk in here like you're untouchable, like nothing can happen to you?” His voice shook with rage, his face red with disbelief. “Wel