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WHEN THE CITY WATCHED
Because neither could imagine a world where the other lived.Their bodies were wrecks now. Their fists, once weapons, had turned into sledgehammers of bone and blood. Each swing came slower, but every one carried the weight of everything they’d lost, everything they refused to surrender.Ares’s knuckles split deeper, skin peeling back to raw flesh. Victor’s brow poured blood into his eyes, staining his vision red. Still they swung. Still they connected. And the sound - meat on bone, bone on bone - echoed down the hollow boulevard....The crowd had grown. Not just stragglers now. People came out of shuttered windows, out of ruined shops, from the alleys. Lin City’s forgotten, the ones who had lived under Wu’s shadow for decades, gathered silently.They didn’t shout. They didn’t cheer. They just watched, their breaths held as if speaking might break the spell.For years, Victor Wu had been untouchable, a god in a tower. Now they saw him bled down to a man. For years, Ares had been whis
CLASH OF BROKEN TITANS
And in that moment, the real war began.The sound of their fists colliding cracked louder than the gunfire that once ruled Lin City’s nights. Ares’s knuckles split open, blood painting Victor’s shirt. Victor’s counterpunch split Ares’s lip wider, spraying crimson onto the pavement. Neither man gave ground. Neither man blinked.Around them, the guards froze. Even killers recognized what they were watching - two giants tearing pieces off each other, not for survival, but for the right to claim the soul of a city.Ares’s chest heaved. He swung again, a brutal hook meant to end it. Victor slipped it, driving his elbow into Ares’s ribs. Bone cracked. Pain lanced white-hot through Ares’s side, forcing a grunt past his clenched teeth. He stumbled, but his knees did not touch ground.Victor smirked, breath steady. “You’ve aged, soldier. The grave left you slower.”Ares spat blood, his grin savage. “Still enough to bury you.”He surged forward, shoulder slamming into Victor’s chest, driving hi
THE TOWER STIRS
The prophecy was no longer just whispered.It was spreading.From the streets where men lay broken, to the alleys where whispers traveled faster than fear, the name of Ares carried weight again. It wasn’t rumor anymore. It was proof, written in blood and bruises across Lin City’s pavement.And in the highest tower, Victor Wu finally understood something he had spent years denying: this war wasn’t going to be fought only through pawns. Sooner or later, he would have to step down from his throne....Ares sat slumped against the wreck of a van, his skin cold, his shirt soaked crimson. His eyes stayed open only by force of will. Reyes lay stretched out beside him, one hand pressed to a gash across his ribs, grinning through clenched teeth as if mocking death.Mira worked in silence, her hands trembling as she tore strips of fabric, pressing them against Ares’s wounds. She muttered prayers between sobs - prayers she hadn’t said in years. Every press of cloth drew more blood than it stoppe
BLOOD ON THE PAVEMENT
And in the highest tower of Lin City, Victor Wu stared into the dark skyline, realizing the prophecy wasn’t a threat anymore.It was here.He gripped the edge of his desk until his knuckles ached. Below him, the city glowed in restless light, but it no longer looked like something he owned. It felt like a battlefield slipping from his command. Ares was out there, bleeding but unbroken, tearing through his men as though Victor’s power meant nothing.For the first time in years, Victor felt small.“Boss?” A voice broke through his thoughts. It was Zhao Liang again, voice shaky over the speakerphone. “The men… they’re pulling back. Some are refusing to go back out. They saw him fight. They saw him take everything and still stand. They think…” Zhao’s voice trailed into a whisper, “…they think he can’t be killed.”Victor slammed a fist onto the desk, rattling the glass. “Enough of this nonsense! He’s flesh and blood. And flesh bleeds.”But as he barked the words, he couldn’t forget what Zh
THE GATHERING STORM
And in his boardroom, Victor Wu froze, because the promise in that voice was no threat - it was prophecy.For a long while, he didn’t move. His lieutenants sat stiffly around the table, eyes flicking to him, waiting for direction. The silence was unbearable.“Get out,” Victor said at last. Quiet. Dangerous.They scrambled up without a word. Shoes scuffed marble, chairs scraped, the door thudded shut. He was alone again, only the city spread beneath the window to remind him what was his. But even the skyline - his trophies of glass and steel - mocked him tonight.He poured whiskey with a shaking hand. It sloshed against crystal, some spilling onto the table. He didn’t care. He took a gulp, but it burned wrong, left his mouth tasting like ash. He set it down hard, staring at his reflection in the glass wall.Ares.The name was a scar he couldn’t rub out.“No,” Victor muttered, pressing fingers against his temple. “No. He doesn’t get to decide how this ends.”But deep down he already kne
MARCH ON THE TOWER
The tower glared back at them from the heart of Lin City, its steel and glass face catching the glow of fire from the docks. It looked less like a building and more like a throne raised in arrogance. Every floor lit up was another reminder of the man who had poisoned their lives.Ares stood still, blood drying across his knuckles, his breath steady. Around him, the fighters murmured in awe and fear, waiting for his next command. The boulevard stretched wide and dark in front of them, leading straight to that towering fortress.He finally spoke. “East.”The word carried weight. No one doubted where he meant.Reyes checked his rifle. Hawk rolled his shoulders, jaw set like stone. Mira drew Elijah closer, her fingers tightening as though she could shield him from everything that was about to come.One of the younger fighters - a boy who hadn’t yet learned how to hide the tremor in his voice - asked, “Commander, you mean… straight for Wu Tower?”Ares turned his head slowly. The scar along
