Noct stood tall, breathing steadily, then suddenly exploded into motion.He was a storm—unrelenting. Shiro was slammed into the wall. Tian Yu hit the floor hard.Even Hlanya, hidden in the shadows and deep within the base, wasn't safe.She barely gasped before a strike knocked her unconscious.
Neo tried to shoot—one last bullet—but Noct caught it mid-air again, crushing it with a smirk.
The room fell silent.
Then… echoing footsteps.From the shadows, shapes emerged. Cold. Confident. Deadly.
They laughed—like hyenas over a fresh kill—as they carried their leader out.Muthir Jasha. Wrapped in a cloak darker than night, sitting like a king of corpses.
"You did well," Muthir said to Noct, his voice smooth as oil. "Next time, kill them outside. We don't want blood on the floors."
Noct cracked his knuckles. "Sure."
One of the others stepped forward—slim and sharp-eyed.His name: Spindle.
He leaned near Tian Yu. "This one… interesting Metro."He stepped over to Neo. "That one has potential."Then to Shiro. "Dangerous. Will be a problem someday."
And then his eyes settled on Hlanya.
A smile crept across his face. "She's hot. I might marry her."Then—without warning—he kicked her across the room like trash.
"Enough," came a deep, calm voice.
From the dark, Cadenza appeared, expression unreadable.
Spindle smirked. "You like her too?"
Cadenza's eyes narrowed. "You think too far, bastard."
Spindle chuckled. "You wanna fight?"
The tension cracked like lightning in a dry sky.
This wasn't just defeat. This was a message.
The real battle was only just beginning.