The helicopter blades carved through the quiet sky, each rotation pounding like the heartbeat of a giant. From behind the glass, Chana Mehra watched the horizon of Grimoir with uneven breaths. The world beyond still writhed in chaos… yet the city ahead?
Calm. Too calm.
From above, Grimoir appeared almost mundane- people walking, cars moving, storefronts lit as if nothing had happened. No smoke curling from ruins, no stampede of terrified civilians, no echo of madness. Just a city pretending everything was fine.
The helicopter veered toward the western district. In the distance, a mansion rose from the landscape like a silent fortress. Mehra Estate.
"We're approaching your residence, sir. ETA thirty sec- "
*Ssrrrkkk!
The aircraft lurched.
Not turbulence. Not wind. Not engine trouble. The air itself felt wrong, as if an unseen membrane resisted their presence.
"What's happening?" Chana leaned forward.
