Nate walked slowly through the city.
Every street was silent.
Every window dark.
Every store, every restaurant, every park—completely empty. A ghost town. Not a single soul in sight.
This was the place Jack had predicted the portal would open.
An old capital city, once filled with life and laughter. Now… just cracked pavement, broken lights swaying in the wind, and echoes of what once was.
Everyone had been evacuated.
Jack made sure of it.
And not just here. The entire country. Gone. Moved. Hidden. Sheltered.
Nate didn't even know how Jack managed it. In less than seventy-two hours, he'd convinced world leaders, mobilized military assets, and built safe havens in places that didn't even exist on any map.
But that wasn't all.
Jack had done something else—something Nate still found unnecessary.
All over the city, in every single street—he had installed cameras. And not just basic surveillance—these were live, high-definition feeds.
Every movement.
Every sound.
