System Check-In: Dracas Citadel Core – Emergency Protocol Active
Check-In Complete
Critical Tier Triggered: Multi-Front Assault Detected
Rewards:
– $3,500,000
– New Skill: "Iron Will – Tier I"
→ Boosts resistance to mental interference, supernatural pressure, and seduction-type manipulation
System Status: GLOBAL BREACH INITIATED
– FBI Counter-Intelligence Surge Confirmed
– Red Circle Activations Confirmed
– Unknown Supernatural Entity Confirmed
Across the Empire — Collapse Begins
Zurich: Phantom Industries' offshore account frozen.
Miami: Nova's port raided by federal agents.
Shanghai: A Red Circle hit team slaughters Zhenyu's envoy.
Ghana: Arielle's personal convoy is bombed.
New York: Dracas Vault 7 compromised.
Zeke's hands flew across the interface.
"They're not just attacking," he growled.
"They're erasing us."
ARCHAIOS:
"Estimated empire stability remaining: 17%.
Collapse… imminent."
The Vampire Appears — In Flesh
Damon walked into the underground war corridor beneath Phantom Tower.
The lights dimmed.
He wasn't alone.
A tall man stood there — black coat, pale skin, fangs peeking from a grin that hadn't aged in centuries.
"You took what was buried," the vampire said.
"Now the blood comes to collect."
Damon didn't blink.
Didn't flinch.
He pulled the blade at his side — Dracas-forged.
They clashed.
Steel against claws.
Fire against ancient hunger.
And Damon held his own — until the vampire bit him.
Pain. Shock. Infection. Mutation.
And before Damon could react—
Howls shattered the silence.
Werewolves Enter the War
Massive bodies. Claws. Fangs. Tribal silver armor.
They tore into the vampire — not for Damon's sake…
But to settle their own grudge.
Yet in the chaos…
One turned.
Saw Damon.
And bit him too.
System Status – CRITICAL EVENT
You have been infected by both Vampiric and Lycanthropic genetic codes.
Mutation locked. Body in stasis.
System entering hibernation to contain overload
Damon Black – Status: OFFLINE
Dracas-Blooded Alpha: VANISHED
Empire Reaction — The Fallout Begins
Nova: Covered in blood, her voice hollow.
"He's gone.
But I swear…
they will drown for this."
Zhenyu: Ice-eyed, commanding loyalists to bury every Red Circle name in Beijing.
Elina: Quiet. Unmoving. Sitting beside Damon's empty chair.
"He told me once that fire always leaves embers.
We are the embers now."
Arielle: Back on campus, breaking a punching bag with her bare hands.
Every night.
Every single night.
Students whisper:
"Phantom's dead."
"Damon Black disappeared."
"They say his empire fell in a night."
But not one of them dared say it with confidence.
Because what Damon was becoming?
Doesn't stay buried.