The underground labs, unsuspecting, erupted into chaos as masked men stormed their halls. Explosions thundered, gunfire rattled, alarms screamed.
Jian Wei's screens lit up with feeds, his hands multitasking at impossible speed, directing teams, rerouting defenses, calculating every move.
Meanwhile, in the imperial palace, Thaurion sat with the divine council, his patience fraying. Their endless arguments grated against him, and he was moments away from dismissing them in fury when—
The great doors slammed open and the room fell silent. Jian Ci strode in, his aura a storm of bloodlust and fury. The imperial guards moved to intercept, but Jian Ci was faster. His fists and strikes were merciless, bodies hitting the marble floor with sickening thuds. He didn't hesitate, didn't falter. His eyes burned with a singular purpose: Yu Xi.
