Paris. The Underground Bunker.The tunnel collapsed with a deafening roar, sealing Voss, Malik, and Rehn inside. Dust and debris filled the air, choking their lungs and stinging their eyes. Voss’s ears rang, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell if the tremor beneath his feet was from the explosion or his own pulse.“Move!” Voss barked, his voice hoarse as he forced his legs to work. “Keep moving!”The rubble was too heavy, the passageway too narrow. They had no way of knowing what lay ahead. The air was thick with tension, but there was no time to waste.Voss turned back to Malik, who was struggling to stand. Blood soaked through her shirt, staining her skin, but her eyes were sharp with determination. She wasn’t going to fall behind—not without a fight.“Malik, come on!” Voss urged. “We’re almost there.”She nodded, gritting her teeth, and pushed herself up, holding her side where the bullet had struck her. “I’m not done yet,” she said, her voice rough but fierce.Rehn, ever the pragma

Paris. Underground Bunker Ruins.Voss’s head throbbed as he regained consciousness, the sharp, acrid scent of smoke filling his nostrils. His ears rang with the aftermath of the explosion, and his body ached with the weight of the battle. For a moment, the world was a blur of darkness and disorientation.Then, slowly, the haze began to lift. The ruinous landscape of the bunker stretched before him. Concrete walls cracked, electrical sparks flared intermittently, and the oppressive darkness was punctuated by the distant sounds of chaos above ground.Voss blinked and pushed himself up, his hand scraping against the rubble beneath him. His vision cleared just in time to see Malik struggling to sit up, a grimace of pain on her face as she held her side.“Malik,” he rasped. “Are you okay?”She looked up at him, her eyes wild but resolute. “I’m alive. That’s all that matters.”Voss’s gaze shifted toward Rehn, who was already on his feet, checking his weapon with cold efficiency. His eyes we

The Veil’s Stronghold, Central Control Room.The air was thick with smoke and the smell of burning electronics. The flickering lights cast long, ominous shadows over the control room. Voss stood at the center of the room, weapon in hand, sweat streaming down his face. Around him, his team fought with everything they had. The sound of gunfire and the metallic screech of bodies colliding filled the air.The betrayer, still alive but staggering, pulled himself to his feet. His face was bloodied, but there was no mistaking the madness in his eyes. “You think you’ve won, don’t you? You think you’ve outsmarted us?” he spat, trying to steady himself.Voss stepped forward, his eyes locked onto the betrayer’s. “You were never in control,” he said quietly, each word like a bullet aimed straight at the betrayer’s soul. “This ends now.”The betrayer’s smile twisted into something darker. “You think The Veil is just about power? No. It’s about evolution. We are the future, Voss. You’re nothing but

Paris. The Rebuilding Process.The world had changed, but not as quickly as they had hoped. Though The Veil was dismantled, the ripple effects of its influence were still felt in every corner of society. Governments, corporations, and underground organizations scrambled to fill the power vacuum left behind. In the chaos of rebuilding, alliances were forged, broken, and reformed. The city of Paris was a microcosm of that shifting world—half-ruined and half-hopeful, caught in a delicate balance between its past and its future.Voss walked the streets of the city with Malik, their footsteps echoing against the empty buildings as they surveyed the damage. Even with the sun shining brightly overhead, there was a heaviness in the air. It wasn’t just the physical scars left by the conflict; it was the emotional toll. People were wounded, but they didn’t know how to heal.“You think we did the right thing?” Malik asked, her voice quieter than usual.Voss stopped, turning to face her. “Do you?

The Battle for SurvivalThe room was plunged into chaos the moment the figure with the knife stepped into the light. A flash of steel glinted, and before Voss could react, the figure lunged at him.Instincts honed by years of survival kicked in, and Voss twisted, narrowly dodging the knife as it slashed through the air. Malik, reacting in sync with him, moved swiftly, grabbing a nearby chair and swinging it at the assailant. The figure, agile and precise, sidestepped the attack with eerie calm.Rehn had already reached for his gun, but Anais stopped him. “No firearms,” she hissed, her voice low. “Too dangerous in here. We need to think.”Voss drew his own combat knife, his eyes never leaving the figure that was now circling them. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded an aura of trained lethality. Whoever he was, he wasn’t just a lackey. This was someone sent by Caine himself, a personal enforcer.“Who are you?” Voss demanded, keeping his distance.The man didn’t respond immed