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WITNESSES OF PRECISION
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2026-02-03 03:24:43

After about two hours since the massacre of the leaders of the Herold squad close to the Xavier tech branch, the first survivor stumbled into the Herold checkpoint with dust in his hair and fear in his eyes.

His uniform was ripped at the elbow, and his rifle strap hung loose like he had forgotten what it was for. Behind him, more soldiers arrived in ones and twos, breathing hard, looking back over their shoulders as if the road itself was chasing them.

A checkpoint officer stepped out from und
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  • SAVIOUR WALKS OUT... A TRAP WALKS IN

    Victor’s face hardened, disgust flickering through his exhaustion.The Finance Director tried to smile. “Master Ethan… you’re a powerful man. A man like you deserves loyalty. Support. Someone who understands how heavy your responsibilities are.”One of the guards shifted, ready to push her back.Ethan lifted a hand slightly, stopping them without looking. Then he looked at her, not coldly, not cruelly, just with calm finality.“I’m sorry,” he said. “My heart is with another.”The words were simple, but they hit her like a door closing.Her smile froze, then fell apart. Her eyes shimmered with frustration, not heartbreak. She looked like a woman who had missed a very expensive opportunity.For a moment she stood there frozen, watching Ethan’s back as he walked away. The calculation in her eyes had not completely disappeared. People like her understood power very well. They knew when it arrived, and they knew when they had just insulted it by mistake. What frightened her now was not

  • FROM MOCKERY TO WORSHIP

    The Danielson lobby did not celebrate like rich people did. It celebrated like drowning people who had just found air.Whispers moved faster than footsteps, sliding from desk to desk, from the security booth to the elevators, from the broken-smile receptionists to the staff who still looked like they hadn’t slept in weeks. Faces that had been hard with fear softened for the first time in months.“Did you hear?” a young analyst murmured to his coworker, with a voice that was shaky. “The deal went through.”His coworker blinked like she didn’t trust her ears. “With the Xavier group?” she asked. “Are you sure?”“I heard it from the Legal department,” he said. “Lord Victor agreed. He agreed to the Xavier group's terms.”A third staff member leaned in, almost begging for the words to be true. “So the rigs will run again?”The analyst nodded quickly. “If Xavier comes back… the stabilizers come back. Our pipelines in the Jacostia river stops freezing. The output climbs. Maybe the layoffs st

  • TERMS OF SURVIVAL

    “Name it,” he said. “Name what you want.” Lord Victor Danielson looked desperate.Ethan nodded once. “You will grant Xavier Group permanent oversight of your oceanic grid systems,” he said. “Not just the stabilizers. The whole structure.”Victor’s eyes tightened. “Permanent oversight?” he repeated.“Yes,” Ethan said. “You won’t be able to ‘cut’ us again later and pretend you don’t need us.”Victor shifted in his chair, looking totally uncomfortable. “That still makes us dependent,” he argued.Ethan’s gaze stayed calm. “You already are,” he said.Victor’s jaw tightened. “We can hire another tech supplier,” he said, pushing back slightly. “We can rebuild.”Ethan’s expression didn’t change. “You had eight months to do that,” he said. “What did you rebuild?”Victor’s mouth opened, then closed. That was like a slap on his face.Ethan continued. “Second,” he said. “Xavier Group will have auditing rights across your supply chain related to your pipeline in the Jacostia river.”Victor frowned

  • THIS IS NOT BETWEEN EQUALS

    Victor’s face tightened. “Yes,” he said. “When you lay off men who have children, they don’t cry quietly. They come to the gates of your residence. They shout. They throw stones. They look at you like you murdered their future.”Victor rubbed his forehead slowly, like he could still hear the noise outside his gates. “One man brought his son,” he added quietly. “The boy couldn’t have been older than ten. He kept asking his father why he lost his job.” Victor’s jaw tightened. “I had no answer for him.”He stared at Ethan with raw frustration. “And the humiliating part is this,” Victor said. “I’m not even sure I deserve to blame anyone but myself. I mean all this is because I didn't respect myself by keeping my mouth shut there at the Khagan council.”Ethan let him speak. He didn’t interrupt.He watched Victor the way a surgeon studies a patient before cutting them open. Calm. Detached. Not cruel, but unwilling to soften the truth.Victor’s voice turned harder, like he needed to hold o

  • SIXTY PERCENT DOWN

    This room had once been designed to feel like a throne. It was made up of Dark wood. Massive windows. A wide desk that could swallow a man.The furniture was still expensive, but the room felt crowded with pressure now.Stacks of documents sat on side tables and even on the floor. A wall screen showed red charts that dropped like broken stairs. A second screen displayed an endless line of alerts, each one blinking like an infection.A desk phone lit up with four lines flashing at once. It was muted, but the lights kept begging.There were legal envelopes piled in a corner, stamped and sealed, some already opened and re-stacked like threats Victor had read too many times.The smell of the room wasn’t cologne and power. It was coffee, paper, and exhaustion.Victor noticed Ethan’s glance and forced a bitter smile. “It’s not pretty,” he said.Ethan walked in, slow and quiet, eyes taking everything in. “It’s honest,” he said.Victor shut the door behind them, like he needed the walls to p

  • THE EXECUTIVE FLOOR OF PANIC

    Victor didn’t wait for Ethan to answer in the lobby. He moved like a man who feared time more than shame.“Please, Master Ethan,” he said again, voice low. “Come upstairs.”Ethan looked at him for a second, then nodded once. He didn’t smile. He didn’t act like he had “won.” He simply accepted what was already true.Victor turned sharply toward his enforcers. “Clear the path,” he ordered. “Nobody follows unless I say so.”The three men moved fast, cutting through the crowd. Employees stepped aside like the floor had become fire. Some of the staff lowered their heads completely. Others stared openly, confusion fighting fear on their faces. No one had seen Lord Victor move like this in months. He had become distant, guarded, almost tired. But now he moved with urgency. And that urgency was not for himself.The receptionists stood frozen beside their desk. Their eyes were red, their mouths were closed.As Victor led Ethan toward the elevators, whispers followed them like smoke.“That’s

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