The Forgotten War God Son-in-law

Chapter 6: Blood In The Rain

The city woke to a sky heavy with dark clouds, as though Westbridge itself sensed the storm to come. Rain drizzled lightly, coating streets and rooftops in slick reflections of the dim morning light. For most, it was just another gloomy day. For Ethan Cole, it was the perfect cover.

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‎He stood atop the tallest building in the warehouse district, eyes scanning the city like a hawk. News of the Syndicate lieutenant’s defeat had spread quickly, but Ethan knew that victory was only temporary. Shadows of retaliation were already forming stronger, smarter, and far more dangerous than before.

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‎Marcus joined him, silent as ever, carrying updates on Syndicate movements.

‎“They’ve consolidated their forces,” Marcus said, voice low. “Westbridge isn’t safe tonight. They’re planning coordinated strikes across multiple districts.”

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‎Ethan’s lips curved into a faint, deadly smile.

‎“Good. Let them come. Let them think they’re prepared.”

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‎From the rain-soaked streets below, Ethan could see faint figures moving in synchronization. Operatives armed to the teeth, but unaware of the predator watching from above.

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‎He descended swiftly, moving with a fluidity that made the rain seem like a curtain. Each step was precise; each shadow a potential cover. He entered the streets, vanishing into the mist, leaving only the faintest ripple in the puddles behind him.

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‎Tonight, they will learn the meaning of fear.

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‎The first wave struck as the sun dipped behind clouds. Syndicate operatives emerged from alleys and side streets, attacking unsuspecting civilians and minor guards alike. Chaos erupted instantly shouts, gunfire, and the sound of glass breaking filled the night air.

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‎Ethan moved like a shadow incarnate, intercepting attackers before they could even realize his presence. One operative lunged with a knife, only to be flipped onto the wet asphalt with a single, precise kick. Another tried to ambush him from behind; a swift punch sent him crashing into a lamp post, unconscious.

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‎Ariana watched from a safe distance, hidden under a hood. She had insisted on coming, determined not to remain a bystander any longer. The sight of Ethan in action calm, lethal, unstoppable left her both terrified and mesmerized.

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‎A faint whistle carried across the streets. More enemies were approaching, organized and ready. Ethan’s eyes glinted under the rain, cold and calculating.

‎“This isn’t just an attack,” he muttered. “It’s a declaration. And I will answer it in kind.”

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‎Lightning cracked across the sky as he disappeared into the next wave of Syndicate operatives, each movement faster and more precise than the eye could follow. Westbridge City was about to bleed, but not the way anyone expected.

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‎The rain had turned from a drizzle to a relentless downpour, hammering against rooftops and streets alike. Westbridge City was alive with chaos. Fires flickered in alleyways, shattered windows reflected the flash of gunfire, and screams of panic echoed through the wet night air.

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‎Ethan moved like a shadow of vengeance, a predator among prey. Every strike was calculated, every motion fluid and deadly. Syndicate operatives fell before him with surgical precision. A man charging from the left was caught mid-step, thrown into a steel dumpster with a metallic crash. Another armed with a rifle barely had time to raise his weapon before Ethan’s fist connected with his chest, sending him sprawling.

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‎Civilians and the Kingsleys, watching from a distance, could only gape in awe. Lucas’s jaw was slack, Mrs. Kingsley’s hands covered her mouth, and Ariana’s eyes were wide, unable to look away. The man they had once underestimated was not just alive he was unstoppable.

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‎This is the Forgotten War God.

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‎Ethan’s eyes swept the chaos. He could see the Syndicate leaders attempting to coordinate a retreat. Their arrogance was infuriating. With a sharp command, he activated a small holographic map from his device, highlighting their positions.

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‎Then he moved faster than anyone could follow.

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‎The first leader was pinned against a wall before he even realized Ethan was there.

‎“Your time is up,” Ethan said calmly. “Every move you’ve made, every life you’ve risked… it ends tonight.”

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‎The leader’s face drained of color. “I… I can explain!”

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‎Ethan’s smirk was cold.

‎“Explain? You’ve already written your own verdict.”

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‎A swift strike to the shoulder rendered the man helpless. Another Syndicate leader attempted an ambush from behind. Ethan’s movement was instantaneous; a single kick sent him flying into the rain-soaked street, unconscious.

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‎From the shadows, a faint figure observed hooded, silent, and unblinking. Whoever they were, they noted every move, every tactic, every display of power. Their interest was dangerous, their presence a promise that greater threats loomed on the horizon.

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‎Ethan turned slightly, addressing the empty streets as if speaking to all hidden enemies:

‎“Let this be a warning. The Forgotten War God has returned. Anyone who dares threaten this city, this family… will regret it.”

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‎Thunder rolled across the city, the storm outside echoing the devastation within. Ethan’s figure disappeared into the rain, leaving behind broken enemies and a message carved into the fear of every Syndicate operative: the War God’s return was real, and his vengeance had only just begun.

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