Elias moved silently through the deserted streets, his senses sharp, every shadow a potential hiding place, every sound a signal. The city felt different tonight—heavier somehow, charged with tension that mirrored his own pulse. Legacy was on edge, and he could feel it. Their network was faltering, confusion spreading like a virus among their operatives, yet he knew they would attempt to regroup. That’s why he stayed one step ahead, watching, listening, anticipating.Mara’s voice buzzed softly in his earpiece. “They’re reorganizing. We can’t let them stabilize. Are you ready to make the next move?”Elias didn’t answer immediately. He slowed his pace, analyzing, calculating. “Ready,” he said finally. “Every move they make now is predictable. Every attempt to regain control is already part of my plan. They’re blind to the real threat, and by the time they notice it, it will be too late.”Rowan’s tone was taut with urgency. “We’ve picked up irregular signals in the northern quadrant. Leg

Elias moved through the city streets with deliberate calm, every sense alert, every muscle ready. The night had become a labyrinth of shadows, and he navigated it like a predator stalking its prey. Legacy’s network was disoriented, their communication faltering, and he could feel the subtle shifts in their organization like ripples on a pond. Each misstep they took fed into his strategy, each hesitation amplified his control. He was no longer just observing—he was directing the chaos.Mara’s voice came softly through the earpiece, tension lacing her words. “They’re trying to recover. Some units are regrouping. Are you ready for the next phase?”“I’m ready,” Elias replied, keeping his eyes on a distant warehouse, where operatives were scrambling to reorganize. “Their attempts to recover will play right into our hands. Every decision they make now is predictable. Every reaction strengthens my position.”Rowan’s voice followed, anxious but calculated. “Their northern teams are attempting

Elias stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawled beneath him like a living organism, breathing, pulsating, unaware of the war unfolding in its veins. The night had a strange stillness, almost as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable storm. Every light in the distance was a potential witness, every shadow a hiding place, every sound an opportunity. He had mastered the art of reading the city, its rhythm, and its secrets. Tonight, that mastery would be tested again.Mara’s voice buzzed in his earpiece. “They’re regrouping faster than we expected. Are you prepared to escalate?”Elias didn’t answer immediately. His eyes scanned the streets below, noting patrols, patterns, blind spots, and potential exits. Timing was everything. “I’m ready,” he said finally. “Every move they make will reinforce my plan. They believe they’re taking control, but in reality, they’re walking into the sequence I’ve already designed. Their panic, their hesitation, their

Elias emerged from the shadows of the rooftop, moving silently through narrow alleyways that wound like veins through the city. Every step was deliberate, every sound analyzed, every shadow assessed for threats. The streets were empty, the distant hum of traffic creating a deceptive calm. To anyone else, it might have looked like a quiet night, but Elias knew better. Beneath the surface, Legacy operatives were scrambling, reacting, making mistakes that would ultimately play into his hands.Mara’s voice came softly through his earpiece, steady but cautious. “They’re trying to regroup, Elias. Some units are moving to new positions. Are you prepared for their countermeasures?”“I’ve accounted for it,” Elias replied, his gaze scanning the streets ahead. “Every move they make now reinforces my strategy. They believe they’re responding independently, but in reality, they’re following a path I’ve already set. Their hesitation, their confusion, their micro-errors—they’re all advantages.”Rowa

Morning did not bring relief. It only revealed the damage more clearly.Elias sat at a small café near the river, untouched cup of coffee cooling in front of him as the city stumbled into daylight. News screens flickered behind the counter, headlines scrolling fast, vague, careful. Reports spoke of “organizational fractures,” “unexpected withdrawals,” and “internal failures.” No names. No villains. No explanations that truly explained anything.That was intentional.Mara arrived without announcement and slid into the seat across from him. She wore ordinary clothes now, hair tied back, expression neutral. To anyone watching, they were just two people starting their day.“It’s spreading,” she said quietly. “Legacy’s partners are cutting ties. Everyone is pretending they were never involved.”Elias stirred his coffee once, then stopped. “Fear makes people rewrite history.”Rowan joined them moments later, dropping into a chair with visible exhaustion. “Some of them are reaching out. Form