By the next morning, the shocking news had spread across the entire city like wildfire.Headline after headline flashed on broadcast networks, giant digital billboards, and social media feeds: "ACTING GOD OF WAR SHOT IN MOUNTAIN CLASH—CONDITION CRITICAL."The whole city was in utter chaos. People gathered on street corners, whispering in fear. The supreme protector of the nation, the invincible warrior who had crushed foreign cabals and syndicate gangs, was fighting for his life.Even inside the high-security walls of the central prison, the news echoed down the cold, metallic corridors.Inside a dimly lit, damp cell, Ferdinand sat on a thin cot, wearing an orange jumpsuit. His hair was messy, and his hands were cuffed to his waist. When the guard outside his cell turned up the small hanging television, Ferdinand’s jaw dropped."What... what did the news just say?!" Ferdinand shrieked, scrambling to the iron bars, his eyes bulging as he stared at the screen. "The Acting God of War...

The static on the cheap burner phone buzzed loudly in Chief Collins’ ear. He pressed the receiver so hard against his head that his knuckles turned white."What do you mean he survived?!" Collins shrieked into the phone, his voice echoing in the small, filthy room of the East End safe house. "I saw him take two armor-piercing rounds to the back! I saw his blood pool on the floor! How is that monster still breathing?!""Because he’s not human, Father!" Ferdinand yelled back over the line, his voice breaking with sheer panic from inside his prison cell. "The surgery was a success! They pulled the lead out of his spine, and he's resting in the recovery wing right now!"Collins collapsed onto the chair, burying his face in his hand. "It's over... we're dead... He's going to find me, Ferdinand. As soon as he opens his eyes, he will hunt me down like a dog!""Listen to me, Father!" Ferdinand hissed, leaning close to the receiver in the prison booth. "It doesn't have to end like this! The Ex

Calvin turned to Serena, his eyes burning with tactical brilliance. "Mrs. Quinn, you and I are going to move him secretly right now. Kael!""Sir!" Kael stood at attention."Order every Red Eagle operative on this floor to stay at their designated outer posts," Calvin commanded coldly. "Tell them we are expecting a minor security sweep at midnight. Do not mention a mole, and do not mention moving the Lord Supreme. Keep everyone focused on the main perimeter!""Understood, sir!" Kael saluted and rushed out to execute the orders.Calvin immediately called Dr. Evans into the private office, closing the blinds. In less than five minutes, a silent, high-stakes tactical plan was forged.Under the cover of a routine linen delivery, Dr. Evans rolled a covered transport gurney into Dustin's recovery room. Working in complete, breathless silence, Calvin and Dr. Evans lifted Dustin’s unconscious body off the main bed, placing him carefully onto the lower platform of the gurney, covering him entir

The relentless sound of gunfire finally died down, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating silence punctuated only by the low groans of the wounded and the hiss of broken steam pipes.The smoke slowly cleared from the third-floor corridor. Dozens of Crucifix mercenaries lay motionless on the blood-stained floor . The surviving syndicate members threw down their weapons in absolute terror, scrambling backward through the shattered maintenance tunnel to escape into the dark night.The news spread among the fleeing gang members like a disease: The God of War wasn't in Room 304! It was a setup!The Red Eagle squad had secured the perimeter, but the cost was heavy. Multiple soldiers lay injured, and several brave officers had lost their lives in the brutal hallway firefight.Up on the top floor inside the sealed vault room, Serena sat frozen in her chair, clutching Dustin's motionless hand. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the heavy steel door.CLACK. HEAVY LATCH UNLOCKED.The door suddenly swung

As the first golden rays of morning light broke through the storm clouds, Dustin was carefully moved back down to his initial room on the third floor. The hallway had been cleared of all debris, but a tense, heavy silence hung over the entire wing.Inside the private room, the soft, steady rhythm of the life support machine sounded through the quiet air.Beep... beep... beep…Serena sat right beside the bed, holding Dustin’s pale hand tightly between her own. She adjusted the warm blanket over his chest, searching his face for any sign of movement.Suddenly, the smooth, steady rhythm of the heart monitor shattered.BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!The machine began shrieking at a deafening pitch. Dustin’s chest heaved violently. His entire body began to convulse and shake frantically against the white mattress, his head snapping side to side as his lips turned a terrifying shade of blue."Dustin?!" Serena gasped, her eyes bulging with instant terror. She stood up so fast her chair crashed on