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"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

liaisons, men who dealt in deniable assets and biological deterrents. Their motive was simple: total control of the irregular battlefield. They didn't want tanks or drones. They wanted the "Vance Hybrid": a soldier that could move through a city undetected, regenerate from a gunshot wound in minutes, and tear through a special forces team with tooth and claw before vanishing into the night.

From their tops, circular dishes emitted a frequency that physically suppressed the "Bond." "I can't feel the pack," Varick gasped, clutching his head as he stood beside her. "Lyra, the link... it’s going dark." The Null-Tech Vanguard Madam Vane’s "Recovery Teams" were led by the Null-Walkers. These soldiers weren't shifters; they were mercenaries encased in lead-lined porcelain armor, immune to the heat of the Aether and the emotional weight of the Red Steam. They moved in perfect, terrifying silence, their weapons firing bolts of "Cold-Energy" that didn't burn the skin but froze the air in the lungs of anyone nearby.

He nodded and left. Ten minutes later, the war room was full. Kael and Marcus recounted every detail from the interrogation. "You all heard the essentials?" I asked. Grim nods around the table. No panic—yet. "Monster. Building-sized. Supposedly unkillable." Liana spoke first. "Nothing's truly unkillable. Everything has a weakness. We find it before it finds us." "In the middle of battle," Marcus said. "Different, not impossible," Liana countered.

The Guild fighters stared at him, a ring of faces caught between awe and fear. No one moved. Then the murmurs began. “He’s not one of us.” The words came from a young soldier, blood across his face, his pike trembling in his grip. His eyes were fixed on Killian, wide, almost wild. “I saw it,” he said louder, voice cracking. “The mark. It wasn’t a wound. It burned. Like it was alive.” Another soldier shifted uneasily. “Without him, we’d be dead.” “Without him, we’ll all be dead when that thing inside him breaks loose!” the boy snapped back, his voice shrill with terror. “He’s no commander. He’s a curse.”

Ian said, but he was saying it as if he were reading a book. The soldier's eyes widened in surprise. Only the Golden Wolf soldiers knew what each team member was capable of. I doubted if they knew the details but they knew that my team members couldn't be trifled with. The Royal soldiers, on the other hand,, knew nothing about my team. They thought that I was the only powerful one among them. “Who did you see?” I asked through gritted teeth. “If I talk, they will kill me. I am sorry. I can't say,” the soldier trembled.

The ground buckled upwards. Ten soldiers were thrown into the air. "Pull!" Damian yelled. I reacted instantly. I grabbed the soldiers in mid-air with my gravity field. I held them still. "Helen!" I shouted. Mom stepped out from behind the jeep. She had two submachine guns captured from the Effingham checkpoint. "Happy Birthday!" she yelled. She opened fire. The bullets hit the suspended soldiers. Since their kinetic absorption shields were offline (they were airborne and disoriented), the rounds found the gaps in their armor.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

The other Umbral Peak Sect elders swept forward with contemptuous expressions, attacking the remaining military soldiers. Within moments, even though the military soldiers were battle-hardened veterans, they began to falter. One soldier was struck so hard he was sent flying, and both his arms snapped on impact. An elder from Umbral Peak Sect strode toward him with a vicious grin and said, "So what if you're military? You dared to stir up trouble at Umbral Peak Sect, and now you're done. Die!"