WHUAAARRRRMMMM!!Dimensional explosions rolled like a cosmic storm as Hansen struck both cloaked figures with lightning-infused fists. The shockwaves from the impact made the dimensional corridor shudder, writhing like a wounded living creature.“GHHHAAARGHH!!”One of the dark figures was flung away, his body slamming into the energy wall, leaving a trail of black fire that tore through space. The other pulled out a staff and lunged at Hansen—ZRAKK!—but it was blocked by a shield of light formed by lightning runes on Hansen’s arm.“TTZZZZT!!!”Purple and blue flames erupted from their clash, streaking out like wild branches of lightning that split reality. Amidst the tremors, Hansen clenched his teeth—his shoulder wound reopened, but his grip on the energy spear didn’t loosen.“GRAAAAAAAH!!”He hurled the spear at the enemy trying to rise. BRAK!! The weapon pierced his chest, slamming him into a gaping dimensional rift like a giant mouth.“You are the one disturbing this balance!” roa

DUMMMM... DUMMMM... DUMMMM...A deep rumble like the beat of an ancient war drum echoed through the Sanctum.The sky above began to crack like glass. Light from those fractures dripped like the blood of stars. The Voidborn roared—not with a normal sound, but with a frequency that shook the soul.“UUUAAAHHHHHHHHH!!”A dark, hoarse scream, as if the very fabric of reality was crying.Hansen shot forward. Every step he took triggered shockwaves, accompanied by silver-white lightning dancing wildly around his body. In his right hand, a storming spear of lightning swirled like a tornado in his grip.“CRAAAAAKK! BRZZZZZZH!”The sound of his spear piercing through the mist, striking at the Voidborn’s eyes.Lysandra didn’t stay idle. Spinning her spear, she created a silver light formation shaped like a celestial wheel.TING! TING! TING!The illusion of bells ringing as the wheel turned.She dashed to the right side of the Voidborn, stabbing into a freshly opened wound. The Voidborn howled:“

Hansen then crouched and approached one of the ones still groaning in pain. He took the person’s hand and pressed it.“Why are you following us?” Hansen asked.“We’re just seekers of livelihood. We thought you could be useful,” the man replied.“Tch, you’re dealing with the wrong person. But, do you still want to live?”“Yes!” He answered without hesitation. Because at that moment, he and his four companions couldn’t get away.“What is the name of this city and which province is it in?”The man’s body trembled as he felt the pressure from Hansen’s cold and strong grip. His breath quickened, barely able to meet the gaze of the man standing before him. His eyes darted wildly, trying to avoid Hansen’s sharp stare that seemed to penetrate his mind.“I-I… I don’t know the official name, but people on the streets call this place the Nameless City…” he answered nervously.“The Nameless City?” Hansen repeated, frowning.“Yes… this place is not officially part of any province. It used to be wi

Kira looked at Hansen with gleaming eyes, her breaths short and shallow. The creaking sound of wooden floorboards above—creek... creek...—echoed again, but this time it was drowned out by her own increasingly rapid breaths."You're too tense," she whispered, her nimble fingers beginning to undo the buttons of Hansen's coat with soft click-click sounds. The rustle of fabric sounded gently as the coat slipped off. "Let me help you forget everything... just for tonight."Hansen gazed back at her, his eyes dark with meaning. His heavy breathing was clear in the stillness of the room. "Are you sure?""More than sure," Kira replied, gently pushing him onto the bed, which creaked under his weight.With confident motions, Kira shrugged off her leather jacket, the familiar sound of leather brushing against itself filling the air, revealing smooth shoulders and a seductive curve beneath her tight shirt. Hansen exhaled deeply at the sight, his rough hands gripping Kira's waist tightly, pulling h

In the heart of Nameless City's core, everything felt different. Towering skyscrapers pierced the ever-present veil of mist that never fully dissipated. Neon lights blinked like artificial stars, illuminating the polished sidewalks crowded with people from all walks of life.Cars glided silently along transparent lanes, while cable trains floated above like metal serpents traversing the sky. Among all of it, holographic ads danced in midair, selling products, promises, and dreams with voices far too sweet to trust.Hansen and Kira walked calmly, their clothes now blending with the environment—clean, stylish, yet inconspicuous. Their faces were composed, as if they'd never been through a storm. As if wounds, dust, and blood were just remnants of a long-forgotten dream.“This place… is too perfect,” Kira whispered, her eyes scanning a hologram showing smiling families, a world without conflict, and a smoothly functioning social system.“Because it’s all fake,” Hansen replied quietly. “B