The roar of a private combat helicopter's blades above the Wijaya residence whipped up a gale, blowing leaves across the luxurious garden and shaking the windows of the Black Orchid Pavilion where Grandfather Wijaya lay. Outside, dozens of black-clad tactical operatives bearing a fang emblem rappelled down, surrounding the building.Inside, Luna stood trembling by the window, pale at the sight of machine guns pointed straight at them."Master Arkhan... they want to destroy us. Danu has gone mad!"Arkhan remained calm, keeping his eyes locked on Grandfather Wijaya’s chest where the black fang bruise was exhaling a faint gray vapor."Luna, close the curtains," Arkhan said flatly. "Do not let direct sunlight touch your grandfather's skin. The petrification reacts with UV light.""But Master, they're outside!" Luna panicked. "They'll break in!""Let them," Arkhan replied, unrolling his silver needles. "They aren't here to kill you. They're here to ensure this bomb detonates on time. If I

Metropolis Police Headquarters loomed like an impenetrable concrete fortress under the pale glow of halogen lights. Up on the twelfth floor inside the Special Intelligence Unit, Captain Arumi sat glued to a wall of giant monitors.Her coffee had long gone cold, but her sharp eyes remained wide open, scanning endless lines of data and surveillance footage.A fresh medical bandage was wrapped around her shoulder, though she ignored the occasional throb of pain. Her mind was anchored to a single mystery: the man in the black suit who saved her life at Pier 7."Who are you really, 'M'?" Arumi whispered to the silent room.She had just finished dissecting thermal satellite imagery taken fifteen minutes after the warehouse explosion. Zooming in, she tracked an impossible heat signature moving far faster than any normal human, leaving the harbor for a run-down shop in Rembulan Alley, before reappearing hours later inside a silver limousine bound for the Wijaya Estate."The Wijayas?" Arumi na