The Outside World ReactsThe world holds its breath.For years, The Oath operated in the shadows, pulling strings no one saw, orchestrating chaos and control with quiet precision. But now—now it’s gone. Their network has collapsed.And the world is finally waking up to the aftermath.I sit in the dimly lit safe house, the television flickering with breaking news reports. My body still aches from the escape, every muscle screaming in protest, but I can’t look away. This is the moment we fought for, the one we bled for.But instead of relief, all I feel is unease.Every major news channel is covering the fallout. Governments are scrambling, intelligence agencies are in disarray, and the markets are responding in real-time—plunging, stabilizing, then plunging again.Some nations are celebrating, claiming victory against an invisible enemy they never knew existed. They see it as a win. A new beginning.Others? They're panicking.Because without The Oath’s hidden hand, the balance of power

The Past SpeaksThe screen crackles, distorting, before the voice comes through.My voice.But it’s not me. Not me standing here."You were right to betray The Oath."A chill slithers down my spine.Julian shifts beside me. His arms are crossed, his expression unreadable, but I can feel the tension radiating off him like heat from an open flame. I don’t turn to look at him. My eyes are locked on the screen, my pulse hammering in my ears."Finish what you started."Then silence.Nothing more.The words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. I exhale slowly, but it does nothing to steady the unease clawing at my chest. The room feels smaller. The walls press in, the hum of the servers growing louder in the void the message left behind.Julian lets out a sharp breath. “Well. That’s not ominous at all.”I don’t answer. My fingers flex against the edge of the desk, cool metal grounding me, but my mind is a storm. I replay the words, searching for something deeper, some hidden meaning buri

A World Without ChainsMy hands hover over the keyboard, fingers twitching with the weight of what I’m about to do. The room is silent except for the low hum of flickering monitors and the scent of burnt wires lingering in the air. Dust settles over the wreckage, debris from a battle that already feels like a lifetime ago. But this—this moment—is the real fight.One keystroke.Then another.The sequence begins.On the screens before me, years of secrecy unravel like a thread pulled loose from the world’s tightest knot. Every deception, every power play, every assassination buried beneath The Oath’s control—I’m laying it all bare.Behind me, Julian shifts against the console where he’s slumped, his body bruised and weak but his mind still sharp. He’s watching me, waiting."You're really doing it," he murmurs, voice hoarse from exhaustion.I don’t look at him. I can’t. Because if I do, I might stop. And if I stop, I might start to wonder—Is this the right move?It has to be.I force m

The FalloutJulian sits across from me, shackled to the steel table, but his posture is relaxed—too relaxed. His wrists, bound by cold iron cuffs, rest lightly on the table’s surface, fingers tapping an aimless rhythm as if he’s merely biding his time. His smirk is subtle but infuriating, and his dark eyes gleam with the kind of satisfaction that only comes from watching someone realize they might have made the wrong move.“Told you,” he murmurs, leaning forward just slightly. His voice is smooth, eerily calm, almost amused. “The world is eating itself alive. You just handed them the knife.”I exhale slowly, my hands clenched beneath the table.Outside this dimly lit interrogation room, the world is unraveling. I saw it firsthand before coming here—streets flooded with rioters and looters, civilians screaming for justice, others scrambling for power. The fragile infrastructure of global control is collapsing, and I was the one who struck the match.I burned The Oath to the ground.I f

The End of The OathI stand motionless, the weight of the city pressing down on me like an invisible force. The flickering screen before me is the only source of light in this dark, ruined street, casting eerie shadows across the wreckage. The news anchor’s voice drones on, the words barely registering in my mind."And now, the world watches as the remnants of The Oath crumble. With no central leadership, power vacuums have begun forming in key territories. The question remains—who will take control?"I already know the answer.The image shifts and my breath catches. A face I never thought I’d see again fills the screen. Not Julian. Not one of the nameless figures who once sat in The Oath’s high councils. No, this is someone different. Someone I trusted. Someone I believed was gone.Yet here they are, standing before a podium, eyes sharp and calculating as they address a city that’s barely had time to process its so-called freedom. Their voice is steady and confident, threading promis