The autumn night wind howled with brutal force, slamming against the bulletproof windows of Archon Global's penthouse on the eighty-fifth floor in Manhattan, New York.The roar of the wind sounded like the groan of a starving beast, as though the universe itself was angry tonight.Far below, the glittering lights of the metropolis stretched endlessly like an arrogant sea of diamonds. The streets teemed with activity, millions of lives completely unaware that the sky above them was about to collapse.Inside the thousand-square-meter penthouse, the luxury that normally symbolized Matthew Thomas's absolute power now felt like a gilded sarcophagus.The monochromatic living room was thick with the lingering scent of burned ozone and the metallic tang of dried blood.Cold air crept from the ventilation system, piercing exposed skin and creating a painful contrast with the boiling tension hanging between the three figures. Or rather, two humans and one entity from another world.Viviane Lane

The night sky above New York City no longer offered the sight of stars or the romantic glow of city light. Tonight, Manhattan's atmosphere had been literally torn apart.The sky had transformed into a pulsating canvas of crimson-purple, throbbing unnaturally, as though colossal veins stretched across the heavens had become inflamed and were on the verge of bursting at any moment.A low-frequency tearing sound echoed through the air, vibrating skyscraper windows until they shattered into countless fragments.A rain of gigantic metallic debris from Prime Creator vessels pierced Earth's orbit, burned through the atmosphere, then slammed into the asphalt of Fifth Avenue with the force of ballistic missiles.Air raid sirens wailed from every corner of the city, creating a symphony of death that drowned out the screams of millions of people running aimlessly beneath the rain of fire.Global panic had erupted, and the center of this apocalyptic storm was Archon Tower.Inside the main lobby o

A violent tremor ripped through the foundations of the bunker buried five hundred meters beneath Fifth Avenue.Inside the Archon Global Command Center, a subterranean architectural masterpiece worth trillions of dollars, reinforced with tungsten steel, black obsidian, and radiation-resistant glass, the atmosphere of luxury had been replaced by the sharp smell of ozone, blood, and burning cables.Blood-red emergency lights flashed wildly, sweeping across the pale faces of the senior operators. On the massive twenty-meter-wide screen dominating the main wall, New York City was nothing more than a sea of fire.The Manhattan night sky had been torn apart by flashes of deep violet energy. These were not conventional missiles. This was the Prime Creator fleet, entities from the depths of the cosmos that now demanded Earth's destruction."The kinetic shield in the eastern sector has collapsed! Their cyberattack has breached our second defensive layer!" Daniel Wilson shouted, his fingers danc

A raging storm hammered against the double-layered bulletproof glass of the Archon Global penthouse, towering high above the heart of Manhattan, New York.The dark gray afternoon sky outside seemed to mirror the suffocating tension inside the black marble and gold-clad residence.Lightning flashed beyond the windows, briefly illuminating the lavish interior filled with world-class furnishings, from thick handwoven Persian wool rugs and onyx-colored Italian leather sofas to crystal chandeliers that scattered soft, muted light throughout the room.Yet all that luxury felt hollow, replaced by an atmosphere of hostility so dense that the very air seemed to vibrate.In the center of the spacious family room, Crown Princess Seraphina stood rigidly still. Her combat gown, woven from nano-silk material, rustled softly with even the slightest movement, emitting a faint blue glow that pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.Across from her, Dominic, barely one year old, was crying hysterically fro

One hour later, Matthew stepped back into the penthouse on the very top floor. His face was still deathly pale, and although the remaining blood had been cleaned from his skin, the traces of exhaustion and agonizing pain remained painfully visible in the way he walked with a slight limp.Viviane, who had just finished monitoring market stabilization from the war room, immediately rushed to him. Her eyes revealed deep concern.She hurried forward, supporting her husband's arm, while Seraphina, who had been standing beside the fireplace, instinctively stepped toward him as well. Before either woman could speak, however, the sky beyond the massive windows suddenly changed color.The storm clouds split apart by force. A colossal pillar of golden light descended from orbit, piercing Earth's atmosphere, ignoring every law of physics, and projecting a massive hologram directly through the ceiling into the center of their living room.The hologram solidified, revealing Commander Valerius of A