One of the groups of under the scarred men went to the reception area hoping to gain control of the area and effectively use the people and tourists to blackmail the police The leader of the group, gripping his assault rifle, pushed open the doors to the grand reception hall. The sight that greeted them was perplexing. The lavish space meant to be bustling with guests and staff was eerily empty. Not a single soul occupied the plush sofas, and the polished marble floor reflected only the dim emergency lighting. Confused, the group leader approached the scarred man, who was now standing in the centre of the deserted reception hall. "Boss," the leader hesitated, "there's no one here. The whole place is empty." The scarred man's forehead creased with a deep frown. "Empty? How is that possible? Did they evacuate everyone?" The group leader shook his head, "I don't know, sir. It's like everyone vanished. Even the receptionist is gone." The scarred man, a man accustomed to control and pr

As the doors of the helicopter swung open, Danial and Lily watched in awe as several figures leapt out with precision, landing on the rooftop with remarkable steadiness. Lily's eyes widened in shock at the seemingly gravity-defying feat. "How could they jump from that height and still be okay? Are their legs made out of iron?" she wondered, her mind reeling with disbelief. The newcomers, clad in tactical uniforms and armed to the teeth, wasted no time in assuming a defensive stance. Their guns trained on Danial, they barked orders with a commanding authority that left no room for negotiation. "Put your hands up in the air and kneel, or else we will shoot," one of them commanded, his voice sharp and threatening. Danial froze on the spot, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. "Why are they pointing guns at me? Aren't they from the law enforcement headquarters and the Special Ops team?" he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. Glancing up at the hovering helicopter, he caug

Danial, still catching his breath from the intense rooftop battle, made his way to the exit of the hotel. Now in his hands, his mask carried the weight of the night's events. Glancing at it for a moment, he placed it carefully on a nearby table. As he reached for the door handle, preparing to step into the quiet night, the door swung open abruptly. Startled, Danial found himself face to face with several police officers, their weapons trained on him. Danial, his heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, found himself once again facing the daunting sight of police officers with guns trained on him. The sense of déjà vu was palpable as he recalled a similar encounter with the Special Ops team not long ago. He wondered why does this keep happening to him. "Put your hands above your head and lay on the ground!" the officer barked. Danial was stunned. He raised his hands and stood calmly in front of the officers. The officer saw Danial's face and was taken back. " He l

Marshal Barns cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on Danial as he began his tale. "The tomb we are talking about may be the tomb of Cyrus West, the Right-hand General of Prince Egon." Danial leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Who is Cyrus West, and who is Prince Egon?" he inquired, eager to learn more about the enigmatic figures from history. Marshal Barns settled back in his chair, his expression thoughtful as he explained. "If we talk about Prince Egon, he was the strongest prince to have ever ruled and led the Old Dynasty," he began, his voice carrying a hint of reverence. Prince Egon," Marshal Barns continued, "was a figure shrouded in myth and legend. He was not only the strongest prince to have ever ruled and led the Old Dynasty, but he was also revered as a paragon of martial prowess and unmatched power." Danial listened intently as Marshal Barns painted a vivid picture of Prince Egon's legacy. "It is said," Marshal Barns continued, "that Prince Egon reached a level of cu

The Instructor was utterly stunned he didn't understand where these people came from and who are they so powerful. His thought process was interrupted when Pavan stepped ahead. With a swift kick, Pavan aimed for the instructor's midsection, but the instructor countered by sidestepping and delivering a precise elbow strike to Pavan's back. The impact sent Pavan stumbling forward, but he quickly regained his footing, showcasing his resilience. As the battle raged on, Pavan found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up with the instructor's relentless assault. A kick aimed at his face was narrowly avoided, but Pavan felt the rush of air as it brushed past him. With a quick roll, Pavan regained his footing and launched a counterattack, his fists a blur as they surged forward with raw power. The instructor, caught off guard by Pavan's sudden aggression, barely managed to block the incoming blows, his arms straining under the force of the impact. With a fierce determination, Pava