Kael stood in the center of the ruined black site, and as his stared, his decision was made. Nikolai watched him and his expression was blank. But behind those sharp eyes, Kael could see it—disappointment. “You’re making a mistake,” Nikolai said smoothly, as if he wasn’t standing among the wreckage Kael had left behind. Kael didn’t flinch. “I don’t take advice from dead men.” He spat. Nikolai chuckled, shaking his head. “You always were stubborn.” He took a slow step forward, lowering his voice. “You think you’re protecting them by walking away? By choosing Pamela and Selene over the truth?” He leaned in slightly. “Deep Space isn’t the end of this war, Kael. They’re just the beginning.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. Nikolai sighed, exhaling as if the weight of the situation was suddenly tiring. “Fine. Walk away. But when this war burns everything you love to the ground, just remember—I tried to help you.” Kael’s fingers twitched slightly at his side. Not from hes

Pamela adjusted the cuffs of her blazer as she stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The towering Northland headquarters loomed above her, its sleek glass reflecting the storm-heavy sky.Everything about this felt wrong and she knew it for sure.The emergency board meeting had been called too suddenly, and the urgency in Harold Kensington’s email was forced. It screamed of desperation, of something more than just business.And yet, she had no choice but to walk into it.She wasn’t about to let those cowards hand over Northland without a fight.She exhaled, straightening her posture.If this was a trap—She wasn’t going down quietly.Inside, the boardroom was already filled. Harold sat at the far end, his hands folded neatly over a thick folder. The other board members sat stiffly, their expressions betraying the unease simmering beneath the surface.Pamela strode inside, her voice sharp. “If this is another attempt to strong-arm me into surrendering

Kael didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Didn’t show a flicker of hesitation.“No.”Elias arched a brow, looking neither surprised nor offended. If anything, he seemed… amused.“No?” he repeated, like he was giving Kael a chance to correct himself.Kael held his gaze, voice even. “You heard me.”A long silence stretched between them. The kind that felt like a countdown.Then Elias let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “Of course you’d say that.” He exhaled, hands slipping into his pockets. “You always did like making things difficult.”Kael didn’t bother responding. He was already calculating the next move. Because Elias wasn’t here to negotiate. He was here to test him.And Kael had just failed.Elias tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle that had too many missing pieces. “You don’t even know what you’re fighting, do you?”Kael’s jaw tightened. “I know enough.”“No,” Elias said simply. “You don’t.”Then, instead of pressing the issue, he stepped back.No threats. No violence.Jus

Kael stood in the obscurely lit warehouse, his eyes scanning the decrypted message on the tablet in front of him with a calm demeanor.The intel was clear. Precise and Final.Deep Space wasn’t waiting anymore.They had gathered every resource, every mercenary, every corrupt official willing to sell their soul. And now, they were preparing a full-scale assault to end this war. Deep space was growing bigger than expected.Kael set the tablet down, his expression was faint and unreadable.Marcus, his arm still bandaged from the last attack, leaned against the metal table. “They’re moving faster than we thought.” I heaved a deep sigh.Kael exhaled slowly. “They’re getting desperate.”Marcus gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well, desperate men are the ones who get the most people killed.”Kael didn’t respond. He was already planning with his eyes darted at nothing.Because if Deep Space wanted a final war?They were going to get one.——-Pamela on the other hand stormed into the warehouse, her h

Kael stood in the dim glow of the safe house’s war room, his expression was unreadable as he watched the data unfold across multiple screens.Deep Space’s financial empire had taken a direct hit. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their black-market supply chains severed, their revenue streams obliterated.By all logic, they should have been collapsing.But instead?They were adapting.Pamela stood beside him, arms crossed, exhaustion and fury warring in her sharp gaze. “They should be on their knees,” she muttered. “Why aren’t they?”Marcus, leaning against the table with a half-empty whiskey glass in his hand, let out a dry chuckle. “Because we underestimated them.”Pamela turned, glaring. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”Kael exhaled slowly, his mind already several steps ahead.“We assumed Deep Space was just a criminal organization.” He flicked his gaze to the screens. “But criminals don’t recover from financial annihilation this fast.”Pamela’s breath hitched. “What a