The call went out quietly, but the effect it carried was anything but small. The kind of silence that followed wasn’t the normal kind people got used to in a busy office. This one had weight. The kind that made even confident people feel like they were walking into something they couldn’t predict. Dean didn’t sit. He stood near the center of the room, hands relaxed at his sides, posture straight but not rigid. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes were sharp, steady, and waiting. Clarice stood slightly behind him, tablet in hand, her attention split between the incoming data and the door. Philip leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching like a man who had already decided how things might end but was still open to being proven wrong. Then the door opened. Slow. Controlled. And the person stepped in. No rush. No hesitation. Just a calm walk forward that would have looked normal to anyone who didn’t understand the tension in the room. But everyone here understood. Dean’s eyes loc

The room didn’t return to normal after that. It couldn’t. Once you realize you’ve been watched, measured, and quietly pushed without knowing, there’s no going back to simple thinking. The air itself felt sharper, like every decision now had more weight than before. Dean stood still for a moment longer, his mind moving ahead of everyone else. Not rushing, not reacting—just placing pieces where they needed to be. Clarice broke the silence first, her voice controlled but carrying an edge that hadn’t been there before. “…So this isn’t just about fixing the breach anymore.” Dean shook his head once. “…No.” Philip shifted his stance, folding his arms again. “…Then we’re not dealing with a hidden enemy.” A pause. “…We’re dealing with an audience.” That word sat differently. Not enemy. Audience. Because an audience didn’t always act directly. Sometimes they just watched, waiting for the right moment to step in. Dean nodded slowly. “…And audiences decide what they want to keep.” Clarice’s eyes

Inside a Detention room with a huge one-way glass window by the side. Maximus Dean we seated, handcuffed to the table. He could feel it, everyone was against him, not one person was on his side. He knew they were probably afraid of their secret going out to the public. It won't look good if people found out the Army had rendered their war-hero a cuckold. So right now they were looking for any opportunity to silence him, but in a legal way.. at least that's what he thought.Just then, the door clicked open, two men on black suit walked in. One of them was holding a large file. They both took a seat facing Maximus. They didn't bother to introduce themselves, rather the one with the file, opened it and began reading."Maximus Dean Perch, an orphan from the Southside of Zikchango. Joined the military in the year 2016, at the age of eighteen, and rose to the rank of Major in 2026." The man paused and looked up at Maximus, "That's quite fast. No wonder you're the hero of the Amerikan Federa

The two men strode forward. The confident and arrogant look on their faces angered the orcs. The closest orc who spoke gibberish, walked forward and swung his axe. It could already envision splitting the human in front of it in two."GRUNK!!?" It spoke in surprise. The man was holding its hand, it was surprise as it tried to pull back the hand but it won't budge. It couldn't understand how the feeble human in front of it could have such strength. Its surprise twisted to anger. It swung the free hand at the man.. if the punch was to connect to an ordinary human, the person will burst into gory pieces of flesh and blood.. but the man simply took a step forward, his other hand suddenly doubled in size and hairs.. more like furs, sprouted from it, his fingers elongated into sharp claws.PUCHI!!Green blood sprayed from the orc's severed neck. He took a step back and watched as the orc clutched its neck with both hands, attempting to speak but only made gurgling sound instead.Maximus' eye

Maximus practically ran out of the building. He wasn't on the illusion that his servants will be able to hold Simran for long.Stepping onto the tarmac outside the building, Maximus witnessed a scene only seen in fantasy Apocalypse movies. Buildings had crumbled to debris, some leaning on each other. Bodies strewn on the street like trash. On one corner, three huge wolves were feasting on a corpse, possibly a hunted prey. On another corner, five little green men with pointed ears were brutally raping a young woman.. these were probably goblins.This was practically hell on earth.«Ding!Your named void servant Audrey is dead. Soul rendered null and unclaimable.»«Ding!Your named void servant Smith is dead. Soul rendered null and unclaimable.»Two notifications immediately flashed through his purple panel. Maximus gritted his teeth in anger but knew it wasn't time to seek revenge. With haste, he bolted towards the nearest car. His running footsteps attracted the attention of the wolve