‎Westbridge City trembled under a tension it could not name. Rumors of Ethan Cole’s return had spread like wildfire, whispered in dark alleys and abandoned buildings. The Syndicate, now reorganized under its mysterious new master, prepared a full-scale offensive. Their target: the Forgotten War God himself.‎‎Ethan stood atop the Kingsley villa, eyes cold and calculating. Every movement, every message, every signal from his allies and enemies alike had been analyzed. He knew the Syndicate’s plan before they could execute it.‎‎Marcus approached, urgency in his voice.‎“Commander, intelligence reports indicate they’re mobilizing multiple factions tonight. Syndicate remnants, rogue Phantom Legion operatives, and unknown mercenaries. It’s… massive.”‎‎Ethan’s smirk was calm, almost serene.‎“Then let them come. They think the exiled is weak. They think the Forgotten War God can be cornered. Tonight, they will learn the truth.”‎‎Ariana joined him, tense but resolute.‎“Ethan… this is

‎Westbridge City had grown quiet, deceptively so. The streets bore the scars of recent battles shattered glass, scorch marks, and the faint smell of blood. But Ethan Cole knew better than to trust silence. Shadows often whispered the loudest lies.‎‎He stood atop a crumbling rooftop in the city’s eastern district, eyes scanning every alley, every flicker of movement. The Phantom Shadow had retreated, yes, but their forces were regrouping. Worse, a betrayal within his own ranks had already revealed itself a seed of doubt that could grow into disaster if not handled carefully.‎‎Marcus approached, tension heavy in his voice.‎“Commander… intel confirms it. One of our own coordinated with the Phantom Shadow during the last engagement. The identity isn’t fully confirmed yet, but traces point toward someone close.”‎‎Ethan’s jaw tightened, expression unreadable.‎“Then we flush them out. Tonight, the traitor will face judgment.”‎‎Ariana stepped closer, her eyes wide with concern.‎“Et

‎Westbridge City was a labyrinth of fire and shadow. The recent siege had left entire districts in ruin streets cracked, buildings scorched, and smoke rising in ghostly pillars toward the storm-dark sky. The echoes of Ethan Cole’s fury reverberated through every alley, every corner, and every ruined rooftop.‎‎From the Kingsley villa, Ethan surveyed the city like a king observing a battlefield. His eyes, sharp and calculating, caught every flicker of movement below. The Phantom Shadow had regrouped, and intelligence confirmed that their master was coordinating a massive convergence of Syndicate forces across multiple districts.‎‎Marcus approached, urgency in every step.‎“Commander, it’s unlike anything we’ve seen. Phantom Shadow units, rogue operatives, and Syndicate reinforcements are converging from the north, east, and central districts. They intend to trap you, all of Westbridge is being drawn into this net.”‎‎Ethan’s expression remained calm, almost serene, though every mus