‎Storm clouds swirled above Westbridge City as the bus hissed to a stop near the station. The doors creaked open, and a tall man stepped out Ethan Cole.‎‎His clothes were simple just a cheap black jacket and worn sneakers but his walk had a quiet power. His expression was calm, too calm for someone who had been abandoned by the world.‎‎Three years ago, he was known as War God Arcturus, the undefeated commander of the Phantom Legion a man who could silence nations with a single order. Now, he was nothing but a despised son-in-law returning home under the rain’s cold judgment.‎‎He inhaled slowly, the damp air filling his lungs.‎‎Three years of exile.‎Three years of silence.‎Today… silence ends.‎‎A sleek black car pulled up sharply in front of him. Water splashed his shoes, but Ethan didn’t flinch.‎‎The window slid down, revealing Lucas Gray a smug grin smeared across his face. The cousin who once begged for Ethan’s help now looked at him like trash.‎‎“Well, well, the dis

‎The storm outside Westbridge City had finally eased, leaving a mist that clung to the streets like a ghost. Yet inside the Kingsley villa, the tension remained thick heavier than any rainstorm.‎‎Ethan Cole sat in the grand study, eyes scanning the room. Broken chandeliers, scorched tables, and the remnants of the Nightshade Syndicate attack still littered the hall. Guests whispered nervously in corners, afraid to meet his gaze.‎‎Lucas cowered in the far corner, pale as a sheet. Mrs. Kingsley’s hands shook as she attempted to regain composure. Ariana stood silently by the window, her eyes fixed on Ethan, searching for the man she thought she knew and perhaps realizing she never really did.‎‎Ethan’s voice cut through the silence, calm, precise:‎“Tonight was only a warning. And yet…” He paused, letting the words linger like a blade.‎“…many of you still do not understand who I truly am.”‎‎He walked to the center of the study, removing his jacket slowly, revealing faint scars ac

‎The sun rose over Westbridge City, but for Ethan Cole, there was no time to enjoy the calm after the storm. The night’s revelations had confirmed what he already suspected: enemies lurked in every shadow, and betrayal ran deeper than anyone could imagine.‎‎He stood on the balcony of the Kingsley villa, his gaze sweeping across the city streets below. The early morning fog twisted around lampposts and rooftops, hiding movement, hiding secrets.‎‎“Commander,” Marcus said, approaching silently, “I’ve traced the Syndicate lieutenant you were expecting. He’s holed up in the abandoned warehouse district near the river. Surveillance confirms heavy security. He’s expecting an attack.”‎‎Ethan’s eyes narrowed.‎“Good. Then he will get exactly what he deserves. Prepare the Phantom Legion.”‎‎Marcus hesitated, aware of the challenge ahead. “Sir… this is dangerous. The lieutenant isn’t just skilled he’s ruthless, and he knows your methods. This could be a trap.”‎‎Ethan smirked faintly, hi

‎The night after the rain had cleansed the city, Westbridge felt eerily quiet. Broken crates, shattered glass, and scorched asphalt bore silent testimony to the chaos Ethan had unleashed. Yet for him, the fight was far from over.‎‎Ethan stood atop the villa’s highest balcony, eyes scanning the horizon. Somewhere in the shadows, the Syndicate was regrouping. Somewhere, hidden allies awaited his command. And somewhere, answers about his exile and lost power were buried, waiting to be uncovered.‎‎Marcus approached silently, carrying a small encrypted tablet.‎“Commander,” he said, bowing slightly. “I’ve traced communications between the Syndicate and several unknown parties. There are forces in the city that even I cannot identify. They may be connected to the Phantom Legion.”‎‎Ethan’s eyes narrowed. The Phantom Legion had been his allies once, loyal soldiers in wars that had shaped continents. Yet betrayal had fractured them. Some had vanished, some had turned. And some… remained

‎The city slept uneasily under a thin veil of fog, unaware that the events of the past nights had shattered its fragile sense of peace. Ethan Cole stood atop the Kingsley villa, rain from yesterday still clinging to his coat, eyes scanning the streets below. Every shadow could conceal an enemy; every flicker of movement could be a spy, a traitor, or a Syndicate operative lying in wait.‎‎Marcus approached, his expression grave.‎“Commander, intelligence indicates that the Syndicate is regrouping faster than anticipated. They’re sending envoys to unknown allies, possibly to consolidate more power against you.”‎‎Ethan’s lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile.‎“Let them gather their forces. Let them whisper plans in the shadows. I’ll be listening, and when they strike… they’ll only hear the last words they ever speak.”‎‎He turned away from the balcony, moving to the secure room where Liora and other loyal Phantom Legion members awaited.‎“We have whispers,” Liora said softly. “