Claire stood by the window of the Vanguard’s Chicago outpost, the city lights reflecting off the steel frames of nearby towers. The hum of electricity in the building felt louder than usual. Screens flickered with live feeds of the Iron Order in action. One clip showed a god-touched criminal immobilized in seconds, limbs pinned and eyes wide in disbelief before being restrained with crystalline chains. Another showed a smaller, rogue artifact neutralized mid-air by a silent strike team. Not a sound, not a hesitation. Efficiency perfected.Claire pressed her palms against the glass. The reflection of her own eyes stared back at her, wide and alert, but something behind them had shifted. Behind Landon’s steady focus and the team’s structured efforts, she felt unease settling in her chest. She had trained for war, for chaos, for the moral ambiguities of battling the unnatural. But what she saw on the screens now felt different. “Their speed, their precision, it’s not natural,” she s

The room smelled of stale coffee and ozone. Screens lined the walls, each flickering with data, city maps, and streams of energy signatures. The Vanguard had been awake for hours, poring over every anomaly Priya had found in Chicago’s networks. The lights hummed low, giving the space an uneasy tension. Landon stood in the center, shoulders tense, watching the monitors reflect across his face.Priya’s fingers moved across a holo-table, pulling up fragmented files she had spent the night decrypting. The room fell quiet as the streams of data converged into one name: Kade Rauth.“Landon, look at this,” Priya said, her voice low. She tapped the screen, bringing up a profile. “Rauth. Multiple military citations. Strategic brilliance. Presumed dead for over a decade. And now, leading the Iron Order.”Landon leaned in, eyes narrowing. “The Iron Order has a ghost at the helm?”“Not a ghost,” Priya said, her tone sharper now. “A general. One who doesn’t miss. Who doesn’t hesitate. Whoever th

The night in Chicago’s south side was thick with smoke and neon haze. Fires burned in overturned cars. Broken windows reflected the light of flames and flashing holograms from nearby advertising towers. The smell of ozone and gunpowder filled the air. Somewhere, a siren wailed, distant but insistent.Landon crouched behind a concrete barricade at the edge of the alley. His boots were caked with ash. Every step he had taken since entering the south side had been careful, deliberate. His Kinetic Echo hummed faintly, like a tuning fork in the back of his mind, trying to predict what would come next. But tonight, the Echo was restless. The patterns it usually read, the flow of movements, the trajectory of attacks, were broken, jagged, unpredictable.Claire’s voice came through the comm in a low, controlled tone. “Positions. South side grid compromised. Multiple targets moving north along Division Street. Gang is relic-powered. Iron Order is inbound. Avoid direct engagement until I mark

The city hummed in the half-light of early dawn. Smoke rose from a collapsed warehouse in the south, a faint reminder that violence never truly slept. Claire leaned over a holographic table in the Vanguard’s Chicago safehouse, eyes flicking across streaming data. The schedules, manifests, and movement orders of the Iron Order rotated in midair. Each entry glowed red against the muted blue grid.“Here,” Claire said, pointing to a convoy route along the northern rail lines. “They’re moving relics from the docks to their central vault in the financial district. Three armored transports, fully loaded. Timed precisely to the minute.”Navarro crouched beside her, adjusting a small drone resting on his forearm. “They don’t leave a margin for error. One second off, and we trigger an automatic lockdown. No civilians, no mistakes. Got it.”Jin leaned back in the shadows of the room, fingers flying across a keyboard, pulling real-time telemetry feeds from the city’s surveillance grid. “I’ve ma