2025-11-17 23:56:17The street was silent.
Too silent.
A thin layer of fog drifted across the asphalt as Ethan moved to the center of the road—straight-backed, expression calm, hands loose at his sides.
Hale stood behind him, tense but ready.
“Sir… Black Serpent is sixty seconds away.”
Ethan didn’t blink.
“Good.”
THE APPEARANCE OF DEATH
The fog shifted.
The first figure stepped through—tall, armored in matte black, visor glowing faintly red.
Then another.
Then ten more.
Twelve soldiers.
Twelve lethal machines disguised as men.
They formed a wide semicircle around Ethan, their synchronization disturbing.
No breathing.
No speaking.
No hesitation.
Their leader stepped forward.
“TARGET CONFIRMED: ETHAN COLE.
THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME.
EXECUTION PROTOCOL: OMEGA.”
Hale whispered,
“They’re using Omega Protocol… sir, that’s kill-without-recovery.”
Ethan stepped one inch forward.
“Protocol won’t help them.”
THE FIRST STRIKE
Three Black Serpent operatives lunged at once—perfect formation, zero wasted movement.
Ethan moved faster.
He parried the first strike with a forearm, dodged the second with a twist of his torso, and slammed his elbow into the third soldier’s visor—shattering the reinforced glass like brittle plastic.
The soldier fell without a sound.
But Black Serpent didn’t pause.
They never paused.
Five more attacked simultaneously—two from the front, one from behind, two from the flanks.
Ethan dropped low, sweeping his leg in a flawless arc.
Two soldiers crashed to the ground.
He pivoted, grabbed another by the back of the helmet, and hurled him into the oncoming pair.
CRACK.
CRACK.
Four down.
Hale exhaled in awe.
“Sir… you’re dismantling an elite kill squad with your bare hands.”
Ethan didn’t respond.
His attention didn’t waver.
Black Serpent was adjusting.
Their AI-like coordination shifted rapidly.
This time, six came at him in a tight, deadly formation—perfectly designed to overwhelm any human.
Except Ethan wasn’t “any human.”
GHOST COMMANDER RESURRECTED
Ethan inhaled once.
And then—
His movements changed.
More fluid.
More efficient.
More ruthless.
This was the style only whispered about in elite circles.
The style that earned him his title.
Ghost Discipline — Level Zero.
A style designed for one purpose:
End battles before they begin.
Ethan stepped into their formation.
Not away from danger—
into it.
His hand sliced through the air.
A soldier’s visor cracked.
Another’s ribs folded inward.
Another dropped after a single throat strike delivered with terrifying precision.
Hale whispered, unable to stop himself:
“He’s not fighting them…
He’s dismantling them.”
THE FINAL THREE
Only three remained—more cautious, repositioning with machine-like accuracy.
Their leader issued a cold command:
“ADAPTIVE MODE: ACTIVATE.”
Their armor hummed.
Their movements tripled in speed.
The leader blurred forward with a reinforced blade, aiming straight for Ethan’s neck.
For the first time tonight—
Ethan smiled.
A small, cold, lethal smile.
He sidestepped the blade, grabbed the leader’s wrist, and twisted—
SNAP.
The blade dropped.
Before the leader could recover, Ethan seized him by the collar and drove a knee into his chest.
The soldier’s armor dented inward like tinfoil.
The last two tried retreating, recalculating.
Too late.
Ethan seized one by the helmet, swung him like a weapon, and slammed him into the other.
Both collapsed.
Silence.
Twelve Black Serpent operatives lay incapacitated around him.
Ethan hadn’t taken a single wound.
Hale’s Realization
Hale approached, breathing hard—not from the fight, but from witnessing it.
“Sir… this is the first time I’ve seen you use Level Zero since the incident five years ago.”
Ethan wiped dust from his knuckles.
“That’s because there hasn’t been a threat worth using it on.”
Hale flinched.
“Does this mean… the real war is starting?”
Ethan looked down at the Black Serpent leader, still gasping for air.
“That depends on one thing.”
Hale swallowed.
“What, sir?”
Ethan crouched beside the nearly unconscious soldier.
“Where Slate hid the file.”
The soldier’s visor flickered, damaged.
Ethan spoke softly:
“Where is it?”
The soldier’s voice was distorted, but audible:
“Central… Vault… District 7…”
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
“So he moved it.”
The soldier choked out one last detail:
“Slate… knows the name… of the man who betrayed you…”
Hale stiffened.
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“Give me the name.”
The soldier’s visor flickered one last time.
And he whispered:
“It was… someone from your own family…”
Ethan froze.
The street fell silent again.
And the war—
truly began.
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