At that moment, Winston's father's eyes were pushed wide open, far wider than they had ever been before.He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak either.His mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. The room that once echoed with arrogance now held nothing but a deafening silence and the horrifying sight of a severed head lying still in the center like a curse that had come true.Then it hit him, fear, it was raw, unfiltered fear.It gripped him like chains wrapped around his chest, dragging him down. His knees weakened, and he staggered backward until he fell into the chair behind him.He collapsed, his body trembling, his hand gripping the edge of the armrest like it was the only thing keeping him from passing out.His mouth quivered as he tried to gather words, but his voice betrayed him.“W-Who… who is… Tyler?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, yet thick with desperation. “What… is going on? Why? What the hell is this?” At that moment his eyes darted between the head o

At that moment, Damien’s eyes narrowed slowly, but he didn’t move. His presence alone was already towering enough to freeze the air in the room. His voice came out calm, yet dangerously quiet—each word layered with a hidden storm.“What did you help General Marcus smuggle?” Damien asked again, his tone leaving no room for excuses. “Don’t play games with me. I don’t want guesses. I want the truth.”Immediately Winston’s father shivered slightly. His lips quivered as he tried to find words, but the weight of Damien’s eyes on him was heavy—like judgment itself had stepped into his home. He knew this wasn’t a time to fabricate stories. He had seen what happened to the assassin just minutes ago, and that man was no amateur.“I swear to you,” Winston’s father finally said, voice low and shaky, “I don’t know the exact substance.”He raised his hand in surrender and added quickly, “Marcus never told me what I was helping him move. All I knew was… it was dangerous. He said it was something tha

At that moment, the Brain’s fingers froze on the edge of his desk, the weight of Damien’s words crashing into his mind like thunder. His pupils dilated slightly, and for a brief moment, silence filled the room. The usually unshakeable Brain, known for being calm even in the face of chaos, was now visibly disturbed.Then he sat upright, eyes fixed on the glowing screen of his secured communicator, unable to look away.He had worked under Damien for years, and in all those years, Damien had never, not once, called for a full general meeting. Damien operated from the shadows, commanding legions and empires without ever showing his face. His name alone sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest warriors. His presence had always been distant yet absolute, like a god who ruled from a high throne, never needing to descend.But now…Damien wanted to stand before them.At that moment The Brain slowly walked away from his seat, his breath shallow. He walked to the reinforced glass window

Then, at that moment, Damien calmly pulled out the chair opposite Sophia and sat down, his posture relaxed but his eyes fixed on her. There was a stillness about him quiet, composed, but undeniably alert. His presence filled the room without trying to hardImmediately Sophia gave a small smile, but there was tension behind it. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then reached for the menu on the table, more out of something to do with her hands than genuine interest.“Um... do you care for anything?” she asked, trying to steady her voice. “Like... should I order a drink? Or maybe some food? Or at least something sweet? I mean, you came all the way here and I just—”Then Damien gently raised his hand to stop her.“It’s alright,” he said, his voice calm and firm. “Just water is fine. They can bring that.”He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing just a little. “Sophia, I’m curious,” he said, not wasting time. “I really want to know what it is you wanted to talk about. Becau

At that moment, Damien paused as if something had just struck him. His sharp gaze softened slightly, and for the first time since he sat down, a flicker of guilt crossed his face. He looked at Sophia, truly looked at her now. The nerves in her eyes. The way her hands had disappeared beneath the table, probably clenched tightly. The tremble in her voice. The way she kept swallowing as though trying to stop herself from breaking down.Then He exhaled quietly, leaned back into the seat, and then spoke his tone calmer now, almost warm.“Sophia… I’m sorry.”That caught her off guard. She blinked, her lips parting slightly, not expecting to hear those words from him.“I just realized how I spoke to you earlier,” Damien continued, his voice lower, more careful. “It was rude. I shouldn’t have rushed you like that. I let my tiredness and stress get the better of me. And for that, I’m really sorry.”Hearing Damien words Sophia’s eyes shimmered, though she blinked quickly to keep any emotion fro