Deep beneath the jagged hills on the outskirts of the capital, inside the hidden command bunker of the Windgate faction, the air was suffocating and thick with tension.Matt Windgate slammed both hands onto the table. His face was pale, his eyes wide with rising anger. Beside him stood Ferdinand, his father , calm and unreadable, swirling a glass of dark red wine in his right hand."Where are they?!" Matt roared, staring at the silent radio transceivers. "The Scorpion Gang should have called ten minutes ago! It was a simple mission! Burn the house, destroy the guards, and drag Dustin’s wife and kids out!"Ferdinand took a slow sip of wine. "Calm down, Matt. The Scorpion Gang took thirty heavily armed gunmen. Dustin’s private home security didn't stand a chance. The radio silence just means they cut the lines like we told them to.""They should have reported by now!" Matt snapped, pacing across the room. "If Dustin’s family isn't in our hands by noon, we lose our biggest bargaining chi

The dark fog heavy over the central lawn of Tuntadel University smelled of sulfur, iron, and ancient decay. The tracking portal shattered completely into shimmering dust, and in its place stood a army of shadowy figures wearing blood-red skull masks and ragged dark robes—the lethal Tiewie dark masters.Leading the frontline was Matt Windgate, his eyes glowing with black energy, flanked by his cold, calculating father, Ferdinand Windgate, and the brutal Tiewie Commander, Master Lie."Tonight, Tuntadel falls!" Ferdinand’s voice echoed like a wicked death sentence across the field. "Kill every single one of them! Spare no one!""TRADITIONAL UNIT! DRAW YOUR WEAPONS!" Mike screamed, his voice shaking the earth as he unsheathed his massive rune-etched broadsword.CLANG! BOOM!The two forces collided with a deafening crash! Iron struck iron, dark spells smashed against kinetic barriers, and sparks flew in every direction, turning the dark lawn into a violent war zone!"Die, student trash!" a

Deep inside the deepest subterranean cavern of the Windgate hideout—far below the destroyed command bunker—the air was suffocatingly damp, smelling of old blood, sulfur, and burnt flesh.Matt Windgate lay stretched out on a cold slate table in the center of the dark chamber. His suit was shredded to rags, blackened by sacred heat. In the center of his chest was a horrific, charred hole where Mike’s divine golden sword had run him through. Black, corrupting mist bubbled from the wound, fighting against the gray light of his fading life force.Beside the table, Ferdinand Windgate worked with frantic, terrifying precision.His fine robes were stained with dark soot, his hair unkempt, his hands trembling slightly as he poured vials of dark Tiewie essence and black blood directly into the open wound. Every time the liquid touched the burnt flesh, Matt’s body violently convulsed against the iron straps binding him to the stone."Hold him down!" Ferdinand barked at two shadow assassins stand

Meanwhile, deep beneath the city in the hidden Windgate sanctuary, the atmosphere was dark, sinister, and charged with wicked anticipation.Torchlight flickered along the wet stone walls of the lower ritual room. Master Lie stood pacing near the black stone altar, his heavy scimitars resting on his hips. His face was covered in dark bruises and cuts from his encounter with the Stone Walker, but his eyes burned with pure malice.Ferdinand Windgate walked slowly into the chamber, carrying a dark wooden box."The Stone Walker caught us off guard," Ferdinand said coldly, his voice bouncing off the damp walls. "He turned the entire lawn into a slaughterhouse for our vanguard. But a brute with a rock cannot save them from what comes next."Master Lie stopped pacing and turned to Ferdinand. His bruised, terrified face suddenly melted into a dark, satisfying sneer."We don't need to fight the Stone Walker head-on anymore," Master Lie spat, wiping blood from his cheek. "Commander Dustin is the

The night air outside the Healer bay was freezing, but the tension burning through Tuntadel University was hotter than iron.While Baron, Mike, and Juliana rushed off toward the vehicles to reach State Security Headquarters before Commander Dustin’s heart collapsed completely, Felicia stood near the shattered edge of the central lawn. The crushed stone under her boots felt cold, but deep below the surface, the ground was still humming with residual power.Standing right beside her, shrouded in his heavy, earth-brown cloaked robe, was the Stone Walker.He towered over her like an ancient mountain, his broad shoulders carved like rough granite. He didn't speak with a voice of flesh and blood; instead, whenever he moved, a low, grinding sound like grinding tectonic plates echoed through the air."They're going after Dustin," Felicia whispered, looking toward the main gates where the headlights of the tactical cars sped off into the dark. "But even if Juliana stabilizes him, Ferdinand and