His voice was smooth, but carried the weight of quiet rage. He glanced briefly at the wreckage around the estate—the torn trees, the crumbling edge of the mansion’s rooftop, the cracked walls and then his eyes flicked over to where Serenity was still recovering on the ground, watching.He returned his gaze to the man.“But,” Damien continued coldly, “I will not allow you to destroy this estate just like this.”his tone lowering like a storm cloud.“So I’m going to undo you… quickly and swiftly.”At that moment, upon hearing what Damien just said, the air around them grew heavy. A faint, eerie silence settled, broken only by the faint hum of destruction that still lingered in the yard the creak of broken branches, the rattling of cracked tiles about to fall from the mansion roof.Then immediately, the man tilted his head back and began to smile. It wasn’t just a normal smile it was the kind of grin that showed hunger, that showed twisted excitement. His eyes glowed with a dangerous spa

At that moment, to Serenity’s utter disbelief, her blurry vision caught something she couldn’t comprehend. She had thought Damien’s punch didn’t do anything. She had thought it was weak, hollow, a wasted strike. But what happened next shattered every thought, every assumption.The man suddenly flew backward.No warning, No buildup.He was just gone, It was like time caught up all at once.His body staggered midair, twisting violently as he tumbled like a ragdoll. He crashed into a parked black SUV, shattering the entire front like it was cardboard. The momentum didn’t stop. His body continued to spin, slamming through another wall, then through the concrete fence, dragging chunks of it along like falling dominoes.And then—boom!His body finally hit the ground nearly thirty yards away, skidding like a broken machine until he came to a sharp, painful halt in the middle of a crumbled garden.Serenity’s eyes widened as dust and fragments of steel floated into the air.But that wasn’t the

At that moment, before Serenity could even think of anything before her thoughts could gather themselves into words Damien was already in front of her.One moment she was staring blankly at the shattered remains of the battle, the next, his shadow loomed over her.“Can you move?” Damien asked, his voice low but calm. He didn’t sound breathless at all, despite what had just happened. It was almost like what he did a few moments ago… meant nothing to him.He crouched slightly, gently assessing her condition with just a glance. Serenity could barely meet his gaze. Her body ached all over, her arms scraped, and her lower back throbbed with pain, but she still managed to nod faintly.Then, without saying another word, Damien reached out his hand and gave her a little tour of her own injuries pointing to a bruise on her side, the bleeding near her shoulder, and the small cut just above her eyebrow.“Well,” he said, standing straight again and exhaling lightly, “you’re badly injured… but not

At that moment, upon hearing what Sophia just said, the air in the living room shifted sharply—tense and heavy. Her grandfather, still standing tall with his arms folded, turned his full attention to her, his eyes narrowing with disbelief and offense.“So you’re still thinking about that good-for-nothing lowlife?” he snapped, his voice rising with frustration. “Sophia, seriously, of all times? While the world is literally watching a top-ranking officer battle for his life, you’re over here worried about that… that nobody?” His hand gestured toward the TV with disgust. “They’re going after The Brain a man respected globally, one of the Supreme King’s most trusted hands and here you are bringing up Damien as if he even matters in this kind of league.”His voice was laced with judgment and disappointment. “You’re talking as if that fool even wears a uniform! Is he even a real soldier? Tell me, has he ever been on the battlefield? Or are you just deluding yourself into believing he’s more

At that moment, Sophia’s grandfather, with a grim look carved deep into his wrinkled face, slowly shook his head, his voice barely rising above a whisper. “This is very bad news… very, very bad news,” he said as he leaned forward, eyes still locked on the screen that had just replayed the brutal defeat of one of the nation’s most powerful warriors.“This is not news the public should be seeing,” he muttered, almost to himself, but loud enough for Sophia and her father to hear. “It’s the kind of thing that spreads fear, not information. Right now, I can guarantee you, every household in this country is watching this broadcast, and what they’re seeing…” He trailed off, rubbing his temples in frustration. “Just imagine the military… failing like this, in front of the whole world.”He looked up, his tone sharper now. “People are going to lose confidence in them. Trust, gone. Fear will take over. And this…” He pointed at the screen with an unsteady hand. “This is exactly what the Circle wa