‎The only question remaining was whether Adrian Voss would take the throne. Or destroy it.‎Rain continued falling over the city but dawn was finally approaching.‎The eastern horizon had begun to lighten beyond the storm clouds. Barely. Enough.‎Yet the city hadn't slept. Nobody slept anymore, not the bloodlines, not the politicians, not the criminal syndicates, not the corporations.‎And certainly not the people watching the giant screens that continued broadcasting the same message.‎THE WAR GOD HAS RETURNED‎The words had become a symbol overnight. A warning. A promise. A threat.‎Depending on who was reading them.‎Back at the Voss estate, the funeral grounds had almost completely emptied.‎Victor Voss had finally been buried quietly, almost forgotten.‎Interesting. Because a man who spent his entire life chasing influence had disappeared beneath the earth while the city above him descended into chaos.‎Lila remained near the grave long after everyone else left. Silent. Motionles

The throne was finally becoming visible.Waiting. For its rightful owner.Far beneath the city, hidden beyond abandoned tunnels and forgotten infrastructure, Lucian Vale watched dozens of monitors glow inside a vast underground chamber.‎Screens displayed every major district.‎Every bloodline estate.‎Every active conflict.‎Every news broadcast.‎Every reaction.‎The city had become a living chessboard and every piece was moving exactly where it needed to move.‎Interesting. Very interesting.Lucian sat alone. Calm. Patient. Dangerous.Unlike the chaos consuming the city above, silence dominated the underground command center.‎The kind of silence powerful men preferred. The kind that existed before history changed.A figure entered the chamber quietly. Respectfully. One of Lucian's operatives.‎The man stopped several meters away.‎Then: "The crowd continues growing." Silence.‎Lucian never looked away from the screens.‎Interesting. Because he already knew.Then: "Blackstone?" One

‎The War God had finally accepted the invitation. And somewhere in the darkness, the man waiting in the rain smiled.‎The storm continued raging over the city, Lightning flashed across the skyline, Thunder rolled between towering buildings, Rain hammered streets already overflowing with people. Yet nobody went home.‎Interesting, because cities usually slept before dawn. This one was waking up.‎Across downtown districts, crowds continued gathering beneath giant digital screens. At Blackstone Tower. At City Hall. At the Financial District. At the old harbor. Watching. Waiting. Believing. The city felt different now, like a living thing holding its breath.‎Inside the Voss estate conference hall, the atmosphere had become strangely calm. Not because danger disappeared, because decisions had been made.‎Interesting cause fear often became quieter after commitment.‎Adrian stood near the windows overlooking the rain-soaked estate. Silent. Thinking. Calculating.‎The dangerous version. Th

‎And deep within the darkness of the First Chamber... Something opened its eyes.‎Deep beneath the city.‎Far below the streets.‎Far below the foundations of skyscrapers and government buildings.‎Far below the lives of millions who had no idea what existed underneath their feet.‎Ancient mechanisms awakened.‎Massive gears groaned.‎Steel doors thicker than bank vaults unlocked one after another.‎And for the first time in decades... The buried kingdom beneath the city began breathing again.‎Inside the Voss estate conference hall, silence lingered after Nathan's final words.‎"If they're calling Subject Zero home... what if you were never supposed to leave?"‎Nobody spoke because nobody wanted to answer. Not even Adrian.‎The storm outside intensified.‎Rain crashed against the windows.‎Lightning illuminated the room.‎Thunder followed moments later.‎Yet Adrian remained motionless. Thinking. Calculating. Remembering small fragments. Broken pieces. Voices. Hallways. Steel. White l

‎The collision was inevitable.‎The outcome was not.‎Rain continued falling across the city.‎Thunder rolled through the night.‎Lightning illuminated skyscrapers standing like silent giants against the storm.‎And everywhere people looked, the same message remained displayed.‎COME HOME, WAR GOD.‎The city had stopped pretending normal life still existed.‎Businesses closed early.‎Government offices emptied.‎Stock markets froze.‎Transportation systems slowed.‎Entire districts seemed to be holding their breath.‎Because fear had spread beyond rumors.‎Fear had become certainty.‎Something was coming.‎Everyone could feel it.‎Nobody understood it. But they felt it. And sometimes that was worse.‎Inside the Voss Estate conference hall, silence lingered after Gabriel's final words.‎"They believed he would either save the city... or rule it absolutely."‎Nobody spoke immediately. Because the statement felt less like a prophecy and more like a warning.‎Victor finally broke the sile