Reversal Of Fate: From A Pawn To A Mafia Billionaire

The Silencefire

Silence was the loudest thing Jason had ever heard.

The net was gone.

No hum of resonance. No heartbeat of anchors bleeding into one another. No whispers threading through the air. Just the raw scrape of boots on stone, the ragged sob of breath, the crack of rifles, and the hiss of the haze pressing closer.

For a second, everyone froze. They didn’t know how to move without the weave. Soldiers who had once fought with the certainty of another’s shard at their back now stumbled, blind to one another, deaf to their own oaths. Refugees clutched their heads, as if trying to summon anchors that had already been torn away.

Jason staggered, clutching the courthouse wall. The silence inside his skull felt like a limb torn off. His anchor — the Wing’s first stand — was gone. He tried to reach for it, to throw it like a torch into the dark, and found nothing but emptiness.

He whispered aloud, to himself: “I cut us.”

And the haze rushed in.

***

The first collapse

The doubles came in silence. No l