Akin widened his grin, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I thought you'd be too scared to show up," he taunted. "But you seem pretty strong. You must be new—you have no idea what's about to happen, do you?"
Council Member 0 met his gaze without hesitation. "If anyone here is new, it's you," he replied calmly. "You don't even know who really created this."
Akin's grin faltered for a split second before he forced a confident smirk back onto his face. "Oh? So the so-called 'creator' himself has decided to confront us?" His laughter echoed through the space, laced with mockery. "Should I start doubting the strength of your fellow members? Or are they just too afraid to face us?" He let out another sharp laugh.
Council Member 0 remained unshaken. "It seems you still don't understand who we are," he said, his voice steady and unwavering. Slowly, he reached for his blade, drawing it with a quiet, deliberate motion. "Let me teach you something." His eyes locked onto Akin's. "Consider this your first lesson—for talking too much. Frankly, I don't like your attitude, so you'd better be prepared for what's coming."
Akin's smirk deepened, his stance shifting slightly. "Oh, I'm more than ready," he said, his voice brimming with anticipation.
Chaos erupted as gunfire rang out, sending people scrambling for cover. One person collapsed, lifeless.
Akin smirked, turning to Council Member 0. "Did you see that? Looks like one of your own just died."
Council Member 0 remained unfazed. "Those people with green badges… they're on your side, aren't they?"
Akin's expression shifted as realization dawned—this wasn't an ordinary assassin standing before him.
Council Member 0 met his gaze with quiet confidence. "Now, I think you finally understand who you're dealing with."
The scene shifted to a helicopter soaring above the city, where Zenix's group was positioned. The tension inside was palpable.
Zenix scanned the chaos below and spoke with urgency. "Everyone's running. It's about to start any moment now. Get ready—this won't be an ordinary fight."
At his command, the team sprang into action. Maria positioned herself by the open side door, her sniper rifle steady in her grip. She took aim and began eliminating enemy snipers stationed on the tall towers. They tried to retaliate, but the helicopter's constant movement made it nearly impossible to land a shot.
Realizing the threat, one of the enemy snipers urgently relayed the information to Cisco.
Cisco's eyes narrowed. "Oh? That helicopter isn't one of ours? I'll alert the rocket launcher team."
Within moments, the rocket launcher team received the coordinates. A missile was fired, slicing through the sky with a deafening roar. It struck the rear section of the helicopter, sending it into an uncontrolled descent.
Zenix's voice cut through the alarms blaring inside the cockpit. "Everyone, grab your parachutes and jump—NOW!"
Without hesitation, the team secured their parachutes and leaped from the burning aircraft. As they descended, Akin and Council Member 0 spotted them from the ground.
Akin smirked, watching the figures free-fall toward the battlefield. "Looks like your people."
Council Member 0's expression darkened. "They're not on either of our sides. They're my enemies, and they won't join you or me. They've come to fight both of us."
Akin chuckled. "Oh? So they have a death wish."
Council Member 0 shot him a warning glance. "Don't underestimate them."
Akin adjusted his glasses before removing them, revealing his sharp, calculating gaze. "Since they've started the fight, let's keep it going." He drew his twin daggers, anticipation flickering in his eyes.
Council Member 0 smirked. "Why not?" With a swift motion, he unsheathed his blades, turned, and shattered the restaurant's glass window before stepping onto the battlefield.
Elsewhere, Aremaki and Cisco readied themselves for the impending confrontation.
Meanwhile, Zenix's group landed on the main road with practiced precision. The sudden impact of their arrival brought traffic to a screeching halt. Drivers honked angrily, passengers shouted in confusion, unaware of the storm about to unfold.
Then, chaos erupted.
An explosion tore through the left side of the restaurant, reducing everything in its radius to rubble. The shockwave sent bodies flying, their screams lost in the deafening blast. Smoke and flames engulfed the area.
Panic spread like wildfire. People ran for their lives, but few made it far. A barrage of bullets rained down as one of Council Member 0's team members unleashed a machine gun, cutting through the crowd with ruthless efficiency.
The battle had begun.
Panic erupted as people screamed and scattered in every direction. Some desperately fumbled for their phones, trying to contact the authorities, but their efforts were futile—anyone who attempted to call for help was gunned down instantly. The streets, once bustling with life, had turned into a war zone.
Amid the chaos, Akin lunged at Council Member 0, his daggers flashing in the dim light. With lightning-fast reflexes, Council Member 0 blocked the attack, countering with a powerful grip. In a swift motion, he slammed Akin into the ground with immense force, causing the road beneath them to crack. Dust and debris flew into the air as the impact left a crater beneath Akin's body.
Meanwhile, on a nearby rooftop, Zenix locked eyes with Cisco and Aremaki. Before he could act, Maria took aim, her sniper rifle trained on them. She fired—but they were faster. In perfect synchronization, Cisco and Aremaki dodged the bullets, leaping from the building and landing with deadly precision. Without hesitation, they began slaughtering everyone in their path, their blades slicing through flesh as the streets ran red with blood.
Zenix clenched his fists. "Stop this massacre!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the gunfire.
But his words fell on deaf ears. Cisco and Aremaki showed no signs of stopping; their killing spree continued, their eyes filled with a ruthless determination.
Frustration boiled within Zenix. He had hoped to avoid unnecessary casualties, but their actions left him no choice. With a burst of speed, he attacked, aiming a powerful strike at both of them. They reacted instantly, raising their weapons to block his assault. Sparks flew as their blades clashed, sending shockwaves through the air.
Elsewhere, Izaki, Hellesa, and Kazen were wreaking havoc, eliminating agents from both the BCB and the secret organization. No one was safe; allies and enemies alike fell before their relentless assault.
As the battle intensified, something terrifying began to unfold. Electrical devices and objects around them sparked violently, then burst apart, sending shards flying through the air. Streetlights flickered erratically before exploding. Car alarms blared before falling silent. It was as if the very air had turned against them.
Then, the realization struck.
The radiation from an incoming missile was disrupting everything. But this was no ordinary missile—it was aimed directly at the towering building where many had taken refuge.
Inside the building, terror spread like wildfire. People rushed to the windows, their faces contorted in horror as they spotted the missile streaking toward them. Some tried to flee, pushing and shoving in a desperate attempt to escape. Others, overcome with despair, fell to their knees, accepting their fate.
Seconds later, the missile struck.
The explosion tore through the structure, shattering glass and reducing steel beams to rubble. A deafening roar filled the air as fire and smoke engulfed the building. Within moments, the entire structure collapsed, sending massive chunks of debris plummeting onto the streets below.
Screams echoed as people on the ground ran for their lives. Some were too slow. The falling wreckage crushed them instantly, their bodies buried beneath the weight of destruction.
The surviving agents acted swiftly, cutting down the debris with their weapons to avoid being buried alive. The once-clear streets became a chaotic mess of dust, smoke, and crumbling concrete. The sheer panic triggered a stampede—a human traffic jam of terrified civilians. People trampled over one another in their desperate attempts to flee, some falling and getting crushed beneath the feet of those pushing forward.
Amidst the pandemonium, a military chopper soared overhead. The pilot, seeing the devastation below, opened fire on the agents of Meteosity, hoping to suppress the violence.
But the helicopter barely had time to complete its attack.
A single blade spun through the air, cutting with deadly precision. It struck the chopper's side, slicing through its hull like a hot knife through butter. Within seconds, the aircraft spiraled out of control, its engines failing as smoke poured from the damaged sections.
The person responsible stood below, his arm still outstretched from the throw.
Council Member 0.
His sheer strength and accuracy left even the battle-hardened warriors stunned. The onlookers, both ally and enemy alike, gaped in awe at the feat they had just witnessed.
The chopper, now a fiery wreck, crashed into a nearby building. The impact sent another wave of destruction rippling through the battlefield. The structure groaned under the weight of the wreckage before collapsing entirely, burying everything beneath it.
The war had truly begun.
Akin's eyes widened in surprise, his breath unsteady. "I really underestimated you," he admitted, gripping his daggers tightly. "That was a mistake."
Before he could finish his sentence, Council Member 0 lunged at him with lethal precision. Akin barely managed to dodge, the blade slicing through the air just inches from his face. Reacting instantly, he countered with a swift stab aimed at his opponent's chest. But Council Member 0 was faster—he sidestepped, disappearing behind Akin in a blur.
A sharp pain shot through Akin's leg. Council Member 0's blade had cut deep. His balance wavered, and he dropped to one knee, his blood staining the cracked pavement beneath him.
Despite the pain, Akin clenched his jaw and forced himself back up. His will to fight burned stronger than ever. He tightened his grip on his weapons and launched himself forward once more, striking with renewed determination. Council Member 0 met him head-on, their blades clashing in a furious exchange. Sparks flew as metal struck metal, their movements growing sharper, faster, deadlier.
The battle between them intensified, their skills pushing each other to the brink.
A City Drenched in Despair
Meanwhile, the civilians who had once clung to hope now saw only death before them. Their chances of survival had vanished. Some attempted to flee, sprinting toward any possible escape route—only to be gunned down in cold blood. Others dropped to the ground, feigning death, hoping to be overlooked. But the killers were ruthless. Those who played dead were shot twice to ensure they would never rise again.
Desperate cries for mercy echoed through the ruined streets. People fell to their knees, pleading for their lives, but mercy did not exist in this place. Their voices were silenced one by one.
Hellesa stood amidst the carnage, watching the brutality unfold around her. Her hands clenched into fists. She hated this. Every moment of it. The senseless slaughter, the overwhelming cruelty—it was unbearable. She wanted to stop it. She wanted to put an end to this madness. But she knew the truth: she couldn't do it alone.
A sudden explosion shattered her thoughts.
Someone had thrown a grenade at Izaki. His reaction was a second too slow—there was no time to escape. The grenade detonated, sending him flying backward as smoke and shrapnel engulfed him.
Kazen's eyes widened. He moved to help, but a BCB agent intercepted him, blocking his path. Snarling in frustration, Kazen engaged, his movements quick and calculated.
Before the agent could land a hit, Nesco rushed in, grabbing Izaki and pulling him away from the battlefield. The situation was spiraling into chaos, and they had to act fast.
Kazen wasted no time. With ruthless efficiency, he dispatched the BCB agent, his blade cutting through his opponent's defenses. As the body collapsed to the ground, he turned his attention back to Hellesa, rushing to assist her in her fight.
A Painful Truth
Elsewhere, the battle between Zenix, Cisco, and Aremaki momentarily halted. Cisco's expression was dark, his fists trembling with emotion.
"You have no idea what we've suffered because of you," he spat, his voice filled with resentment. "You think you've been doing the right thing, but you're no different from Meteosity. You're just a copy of the very thing you claim to fight against."
Zenix's eyes narrowed. "You think this is all my fault, don't you?" he snapped. "I asked you to stand by my side. I invited you to help me make my group better, to destroy Meteosity for good. But you were too scared. You refused. You ran."
Cisco clenched his teeth. "Because I knew this would happen."
The weight of their words hung between them, thick with tension.
Aremaki took advantage of their distraction. In a flash, he leaped toward Kazen, aiming a deadly strike. Kazen barely had time to react—he blocked the attack just in time, but the impact sent him staggering back.
Then, a sniper's bullet whizzed past him, missing his head by mere inches.
The fight was far from over.