7 days left…Damian walked down the streets of City W, his footsteps heavy against the cracked pavement. The hood of his black hoodie was pulled low, shadowing his face from the pale afternoon light that filtered through the overcast sky. His breathing was ragged, each exhale carrying the weight of exhaustion that had settled deep into his bones.Over the past four days, he had put down over twenty Ajumas — more than half of them Special-grade. Each fight had drained him a little more, chipping away at his reserves, his focus, his will. He hadn't rested. He couldn't afford to. The clock was ticking, and every moment spent sleeping was a moment his target could be slipping further away.So far, he had managed to gather that more Ajumas had been appearing in Cities W, V, and U. He couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but there was a high chance that Mr. John was behind it all. The pattern was too consistent, too deliberate to be coincidence.Just then, he felt someone following him.