A burst of laughter suddenly echoed through the loudspeakers, mockingly.“Ha! Ha! Ha! Who do you think you are?” the Maskman’s voice rang across the compound, filled with ridicule. “Do you think this is Azure, where you can walk in and start giving orders?”Before the echo of his voice faded, the massive factory doors creaked open and armed men began pouring out from the shadows. One after another, they spread across the yard until dozens of them had surrounded Kade in a wide circle, rifles raised and aimed directly at him. The sound of safeties clicking off and boots scraping against concrete filled the tense silence.From the speaker, the Maskman continued speaking, his tone calm but laced with confidence. “I’d like to see how you survive this.”A brief pause followed, and then the gunmen opened fire.Gunshots erupted all at once, a deafening barrage of bullets tearing through the air as muzzle flashes lit up the darkening compound. Smoke and dust rose from the ground under the rele

A split second later, the bulbs flickered back on, then off again, then on once more before shutting down completely, only to restart in a rapid, erratic pattern. They began blinking faster and faster until the entire building was filled with chaotic flashes of light and shadow, turning the factory floor into a disorienting maze where movement became difficult to track and depth was almost impossible to judge.“What’s going on?” one of the Sovereign warriors shouted, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his focus while the lights continued to strobe violently around them.Inside the control room, even the Maskman frowned as he stepped toward the switch panel and tried to restore the power manually, but his hand paused the moment he realized something was wrong. This wasn’t a technical malfunction, and the system itself wasn’t failing. The disturbance was being caused by an external force manipulating the energy flow, and as that realization settled in, his eyes narrowed slightly be

Zia’s eyes widened the moment she saw Kade standing at the destroyed entrance, her heart pounding violently as relief and fear collided inside her chest. Despite her injuries, she forced herself to her feet and shouted toward him, her voice urgent and strained.“Master Kade, get away from here!” she yelled, shaking her head desperately. “This is a trap. You shouldn’t have come!”Meanwhile, Jonathan slowly lowered his arm from the interrupted strike, his expression dark and furious as his gaze locked onto Kade. The shock from the sudden entrance quickly transformed into cold hostility, and a cruel smile began to spread across his face as he tightened his grip on the glowing sword in his hand.“So you finally decided to show yourself,” he said, his voice filled with mockery. “I was beginning to think the great King of Azure was too afraid to face me.”Kade didn’t respond immediately. He simply stood there, calm and composed, his eyes steady as they scanned the room and confirmed that Zi

Kade returned to Brightstar Hotel late into the evening, his steps calm as he walked through the quiet hallway toward his room. The events at the abandoned factory had ended decisively, yet his expression remained thoughtful. After entering his suite, he loosened his jacket slightly and had barely settled inside when a knock sounded at the door.He turned his head toward the entrance.“Come in,” he said calmly.The door opened shortly after, and Victor Crane stepped inside with a respectful nod.“Good evening, sir,” Victor greeted politely.Kade acknowledged him with a brief glance before walking toward the table and pouring himself a glass of water.“What is it?” he asked.Victor hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully before speaking.“There’s someone who came looking for you earlier today,” he said. “She requested to meet you personally.”Kade paused mid-motion, his eyes narrowing slightly as suspicion flickered across his face.“Who?” he asked.Victor met his gaze dir

Elara turned at the sound of her name and immediately recognized the woman standing a few steps behind her. It was her former classmate, Sherry Usman, dressed in a fashionable designer outfit, her makeup flawless and her posture confident as she held hands with a young, well-groomed man beside her. “Sherry?” Elara said, her face lighting up with polite surprise as she stood from her seat. Sherry’s expression brightened instantly as she stepped forward with a cheerful smile. “Elara! I can’t believe it’s really you,” she said, her tone warm yet slightly exaggerated, as if the encounter amused her more than it genuinely pleased her. The two women exchanged a brief hug before pulling back to look at each other, both silently noting how much the other had changed since their school days. Elara still carried the same natural beauty and elegance that had made her stand out back then, while Sherry now carried herself with a more calculated confidence, the kind that came from wanting to