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The Executioner
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2026-10-06 07:00:18The ring of Vanguard soldiers stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their dark visors reflecting the orange glare of the burning fuel drums. They were statues of obedience, their pulse-rifles locked in a tight, unbroken circle that left no room for escape, no room for hope.
Caspian stood over Cane, his massive plated paw raised high above the fallen Alpha's head. The rotating steel teeth along his jaw whirred with a high-pitched, lethal
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