Jack Orland's threat spread like wildfire through dry grass. Within hours, the atmosphere of the city changed drastically.Citizens who previously only blasphemed the God of War through angry comments on social media now took to the streets. But it wasn't to seek refuge-it was to hunt him down.They wanted to capture Harvey. Turn him over to Jack. Because what they think about is not the truth... but their own safety.Panic is rampant. In the midst of fear, logic slowly falls away.People came out of their houses carrying makeshift weapons-iron sticks, kitchen knives, even old rifles. They formed small groups, combing the corners of the city, chanting the name of the God of War like hunting game.This was the little chaos that Harvey had warned about earlier. Alex stood at the second floor window of the headquarters, watching the crowd grow wilder. His face hardened, hands clenched into fists, but Harvey's orders still rang out.He gritted his teeth. Why in the world would they keep qu

Flames still licked the sky as sirens wailed from every corner of the city.The hospital—a five-story building that once served as a final beacon of hope for many—had been reduced to little more than dusty rubble. What were once solid walls now lay in jagged shards. The acrid scent of smoke and scorched metal stung the air, blending with the choking dust of shattered concrete.The explosion hadn’t just been massive—it was catastrophic. Far worse than any that came before it. No one had expected Xenea to strike a target this merciless—a place meant to be the last refuge.People rushed to the scene, some still in pajamas, others in office suits—every one of them wearing the same look of panic and disbelief. They screamed out for family members, desperate cries lost in the chaos. Some sobbed uncontrollably, calling names that would never answer from beneath the debris.Journalists began to swarm in, microphones and cameras in hand, pushing against police barricades. They shouted pointed

Raindrops fell slowly from the gray sky, soaking the rooftops of the tall buildings surrounding the city of Duskvale. The air pierced the skin, biting everyone who stood still in the public cemetery. Thick jackets were not enough to warm their shivering bodies, whether it was the weather or the unbearable grief.The cemetery is large, but today it feels claustrophobic. The rows of mourners stood tightly, black umbrellas touching each other, forming a dark sea between the wet headstones. Sobs were heard here and there, muffled by the steady rain.In the center of the crowd, a monument stands tall - its granite surface adorned with neatly engraved names of more than five hundred victims of yesterday's bombing. Trembling fingers touched the names, as if hoping to bring someone back to life from the cold letters in the stone.Groups of people dressed in black stood in sad silence. Soft sobs broke out among them, drifting with the raindrops. Some clung tightly to old photographs, which wer

As soon as the announcement of Harvey's return was broadcast, an explosion of emotion swept through the crowd like a flame through gasoline. Faces that had been tense were now filled with the light of hope. Some people hugged each other, others punched the air or shouted at the sky.“Did you hear that?!” a wide-eyed man exclaimed, his voice breaking with excitement. “The God of War is back!” He grasped his friend's arm, shaking it shakily. “The Masked General will wipe out all the bastards who messed up in Kaelvarion!”A woman covered her mouth, tears falling unbidden. Next to her, a small child jumped up and down between the legs of an adult, shouting over and over again, “We're safe! We're safe!”The cheers slowly died down, replaced with sighs of relief that spread like a warm mist amidst the chill of fear. Some people sat on the sidewalk, closing their eyes for a moment as if to let the reality sink into their chests. Whispers began to be heard, retelling stories about the Masked

Neuron gave no quarter. He quickly fired tranquilizer bullets at the three soldiers who were threatening him. Their bodies instantly went limp, falling to the ground without a fight.Meanwhile, Vanessa's manager darted like lightning towards the other Xenean soldiers, hitting them with a hard punch that sent their weapons flying away.Vanessa was not to be outdone. She came forward with nimble movements, landing precise punches on two other soldiers, who instantly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.However, the remaining five Xenea soldiers reacted immediately. They hurriedly grabbed gas masks from their bags and put them on quickly, their breath held behind the protective filters.One of them shouted in a hoarse voice, “Get the backup gun! They're the Masked General's men!”Within seconds, they raised their backup pistols and pointed them at Vanessa's manager. Swiftly, they readied their shots, their eyes blazing with alarm and anger.Vanessa's manager jumped nimbly, zigzaggi