2025-11-29 20:00:24The masked operatives moved with deadly precision, silent and coordinated. Chaos erupted in the hall as guests screamed, ducking behind tables, shattering chandeliers, and overturned chairs. Rainwater from the front doors mingled with spilled wine on the marble floor, turning it slick.
Ethan didn’t flinch. Every muscle in his body was a coiled spring. His cold eyes scanned the intruders thirty at least, armed and trained, but none a match for him.
He took a single step forward. The room seemed to shrink around him. Lucas and Mrs. Kingsley clutched each other, trembling, while Ariana hid behind a marble column, panic in her eyes.
Then Ethan moved. Faster than any human should be able to.
In a blur, he disarmed the closest operative, twisting his wrist and sending the weapon clattering across the floor. Another tried to flank him from behind broken arm in a single swift motion. Two more lunged simultaneously, only to hit the floor before anyone could even blink.
The hall went silent for a heartbeat, stunned by the sheer force emanating from the seemingly “ordinary” man.
General Drake spoke through clenched teeth:
“Commander… this is just the first wave. More are coming.”
Ethan’s gaze swept the hall. He didn’t even bother to look at Lucas or Mrs. Kingsley. Their mockery was meaningless now.
This is why you forgot me…
Because the world only remembers fear, not patience.
The remaining syndicate operatives hesitated, realizing something terrifying: the man they were sent to kill was no ordinary target.
Ethan’s voice cut through the storm and chaos:
“Leave now… or I will show you what being a forgotten god truly means.”
A chill passed through the intruders. Their leader, a towering figure marked with crimson sigils across his tactical vest, snarled and raised his weapon.
“You can’t protect them all, War God!” he shouted.
Ethan’s smirk was almost invisible, but deadly:
“Watch me.”
In the next instant, he moved with lethal grace a whirlwind of strikes, precise and unstoppable. Chairs splintered. Walls bore the marks of fists faster than the eye could follow. By the time the last operative tried to regroup, half the squad lay unconscious, the others fleeing in terror.
Guests who had been cowering dared to peek. Lucas’s jaw hung slack. Mrs. Kingsley’s face drained of all color. Ariana’s hands shook fear, awe, and something unspoken swirling in her chest.
Ethan turned slowly, his gaze sweeping the ruined hall, voice calm:
“Tell the world I have returned. This… is just the beginning.”
Outside, lightning split the sky again, as if the heavens themselves had answered him.
And at that moment, Westbridge City realized the forgotten War God had returned stronger, smarter, and unstoppable.
The hall was in ruins. Broken chairs, shattered glasses, and overturned tables littered the floor. The remaining Nightshade Syndicate operatives froze at the doorway, watching in disbelief. Every one of them knew: Ethan Cole was no ordinary man.
He stepped forward slowly, rainwater dripping from his jacket, eyes like steel. His calmness, in the midst of chaos, was far more terrifying than any weapon.
“Leave now,” Ethan repeated, voice low and dangerous, “or I will make sure you regret ever being born.”
The operatives hesitated, fear overtaking their training. But the tallest among them, the one with the crimson sigils on his vest, barked an order.
“Attack! Kill him before he reaches full power!”
Ethan’s smirk was small but lethal. Without a word, he moved. Faster than thought. A shadow in motion. Every strike precise, every step calculated. Chairs splintered under the force of blows, a chandelier swayed dangerously, and a wall bore the imprint of his fist a clean crack from ceiling to floor.
The leader lunged. Ethan caught his arm mid-strike, twisting it sharply. A single snap echoed through the hall, followed by the sound of the man hitting the ground like a ragdoll.
The other operatives faltered. Panic set in. One by one, they fled through the shattered doors, leaving behind weapons, pride, and fear.
Guests stared in awe. Lucas’s face was pale, lips trembling. Mrs. Kingsley had collapsed into a chair, trembling violently. Ariana’s eyes widened, not with fear not entirely but something else: recognition of the power she had underestimated.
Ethan’s gaze swept over the ruined hall. Every mocking word, every insult from his “family,” every humiliation endured over the past three years had led to this moment.
He spoke, calm but commanding:
“Remember this: The Forgotten War God is never gone. And those who betray or underestimate me… will be the first to fall.”
Outside, the storm raged on, thunder rolling across the city. But inside, silence reigned a silence heavier than death itself.
Ethan approached Lucas, who dared not meet his gaze. Kneeling slightly, the boy stammered:
“I… I didn’t”
Ethan interrupted, voice low, sharp:
“You will speak only when I allow it. And believe me… you will.”
He turned toward Ariana. For a moment, the storm in his eyes softened, though only slightly. She stared back, unable to speak. Not yet. Not while the world outside had shifted so violently.
Then Ethan walked to the center of the hall. Raising his hand slightly, he let the remaining guests understand: the threat was over for now.
But in his mind, the first rule of war already formed:
Enemies are everywhere. Allies are rare. Trust none and strike first.
Tonight was a warning. Tomorrow, the real battle would begin.
And for anyone foolish enough to think the Forgotten War God had returned just to beg forgiveness… they would learn, painfully, that revenge is far sweeter than apologies.
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Chapter 15: The Phantom Convergence
Westbridge City was a labyrinth of fire and shadow. The recent siege had left entire districts in ruin streets cracked, buildings scorched, and smoke rising in ghostly pillars toward the storm-dark sky. The echoes of Ethan Cole’s fury reverberated through every alley, every corner, and every ruined rooftop.From the Kingsley villa, Ethan surveyed the city like a king observing a battlefield. His eyes, sharp and calculating, caught every flicker of movement below. The Phantom Shadow had regrouped, and intelligence confirmed that their master was coordinating a massive convergence of Syndicate forces across multiple districts.Marcus approached, urgency in every step.“Commander, it’s unlike anything we’ve seen. Phantom Shadow units, rogue operatives, and Syndicate reinforcements are converging from the north, east, and central districts. They intend to trap you, all of Westbridge is being drawn into this net.”Ethan’s expression remained calm, almost serene, though every mus
Chapter 14: Firestorm Rising
The dawn broke over Westbridge City like a warning. Smoke still lingered over the shattered streets, fires flickering in abandoned buildings, and the smell of ash hung heavy in the air. The Siege of the Forgotten had left scars but the storm was far from over.Ethan Cole stood atop the Kingsley villa, his coat damp from the rain that had fallen all night, eyes scanning the city with cold precision. Every movement below, every shadow, every hint of life or malice was accounted for in his mind.Marcus approached, urgency in his stride.“Commander, reports confirm massive Syndicate reinforcements moving into the northern and central districts. And… the Phantom Shadow’s presence has intensified. They’re coordinating an all-out offensive.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed.“Let them. The more they commit, the heavier they fall. Tonight, the city will burn, and from the ashes, only one force will rise.”Ariana appeared beside him, concern etched on her face.“Ethan… this time, it’s mo
Chapter 13: Shadow Of Betrayal
Westbridge City had grown quiet, deceptively so. The streets bore the scars of recent battles shattered glass, scorch marks, and the faint smell of blood. But Ethan Cole knew better than to trust silence. Shadows often whispered the loudest lies.He stood atop a crumbling rooftop in the city’s eastern district, eyes scanning every alley, every flicker of movement. The Phantom Shadow had retreated, yes, but their forces were regrouping. Worse, a betrayal within his own ranks had already revealed itself a seed of doubt that could grow into disaster if not handled carefully.Marcus approached, tension heavy in his voice.“Commander… intel confirms it. One of our own coordinated with the Phantom Shadow during the last engagement. The identity isn’t fully confirmed yet, but traces point toward someone close.”Ethan’s jaw tightened, expression unreadable.“Then we flush them out. Tonight, the traitor will face judgment.”Ariana stepped closer, her eyes wide with concern.“Et
Chapter 12: Echoes Of Vengeance
The city’s skyline was jagged against the bruised twilight, smoke curling from shattered streets below. Westbridge had begun to tremble under the aftershocks of the Siege of the Forgotten, and yet, Ethan Cole stood atop the Kingsley villa, unshaken. His eyes scanned the horizon, calculating, waiting.“Commander,” Marcus said quietly, approaching, “we’ve intercepted messages from the Syndicate’s remnants. They’re scattered… but they’re calling for reinforcements. And the mysterious master they’re mobilizing something bigger.”Ethan’s lips curved into a faint, deadly smile.“Good. Let them call. Let them march. Every move they make is one step closer to their end.”Ariana watched from the shadows, the weight of the past nights pressing on her. “Ethan… how many more will come?”He turned, gaze piercing through the fading light.“As many as it takes. Each strike against me, each betrayal, each hidden hand… will be paid for in full.”Vengeance is a language they will all
Chapter 11: Siege Of The Forgotten
Westbridge City trembled under a tension it could not name. Rumors of Ethan Cole’s return had spread like wildfire, whispered in dark alleys and abandoned buildings. The Syndicate, now reorganized under its mysterious new master, prepared a full-scale offensive. Their target: the Forgotten War God himself.Ethan stood atop the Kingsley villa, eyes cold and calculating. Every movement, every message, every signal from his allies and enemies alike had been analyzed. He knew the Syndicate’s plan before they could execute it.Marcus approached, urgency in his voice.“Commander, intelligence reports indicate they’re mobilizing multiple factions tonight. Syndicate remnants, rogue Phantom Legion operatives, and unknown mercenaries. It’s… massive.”Ethan’s smirk was calm, almost serene.“Then let them come. They think the exiled is weak. They think the Forgotten War God can be cornered. Tonight, they will learn the truth.”Ariana joined him, tense but resolute.“Ethan… this is
Chapter 10: Rise Of The Phantom Shadow
The first light of dawn barely pierced the thick clouds over Westbridge City, leaving streets glistening with rain and shadows. Ethan Cole stood atop a deserted skyscraper, eyes scanning the city with the focus of a predator. The previous night’s chaos had left the Syndicate reeling, but their hidden allies remained unseen, unbroken, and dangerous.Marcus approached silently, handing Ethan a small encrypted device.“Commander, we’ve traced unusual movements in the northern tunnels. Syndicate remnants are regrouping, but there’s something… different. Signals indicate a new force, one we haven’t encountered before.”Ethan’s gaze darkened.A new player… or a shadow long hidden.“Show me,” he said calmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority and menace.The device projected a holographic map of the city’s underground network. Red blips pulsed in patterns, moving strategically as if guided by a mind far sharper than any ordinary operative. One blip stood out larger
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