Deafening mechanical groans echoed across the subterranean sectors of Sky-High as colossal blast doors ground open. Jhonatan stood at the reinforced viewport of his flagship’s bridge, his silver eyes cold, hungry, and utterly focused. His pitch-black right arm rested on the console, leaking faint wisps of necrotic smoke that sizzled against the pristine titanium. He was no longer a street courier desperately dodging mutant hounds; he was the sovereign of an apocalyptic empire about to deliver absolute hell to his enemies.Sarah walked up to him, effortlessly slinging her anti-matter sniper rifle over her shoulder. She wiped a smudge of grease from her cheek and grinned, looking down at the massive staging ground below the dreadnought. "Boss, your new toys are completely terrifying," Sarah chuckled, shaking her head in sheer disbelief. "Arthur and Reymond hooked the cloning vats directly into the dark-matter generator. We just produced a thousand soldiers in less than two hours. It’s