The night air in the district is thick—smoke, sweat, and the metallic taste of fear.Sirens scream in the distance, but this time, they're not warnings. They're invitations.
Cainen stands atop the highest rooftop, staring down at the city he's claimed. Neon lights flicker, casting fractured shadows across broken streets. This isn't just a district anymore—it's a battlefield, a kingdom forged in chaos.
Cainen (gritting his teeth):"They think they can cage me? Control me? I'm the storm they never saw coming."
With a flick of his wrist, flames erupt from a hidden Molotov, shattering a government supply depot below. Explosions light up the night, sending sparks and smoke spiraling into the sky.
Kaito and Rekka storm through the streets beside him, their faces painted with firelight and fury.
Kaito: "You really gonna burn it all down?"
Cainen (smirking): "Not burn.Take.Mine."
They move fast, hitting supply caches, communication towers, and patrol hubs—each strike calculated, each explosion a message.
The government retaliates, but their soldiers are chasing shadows—phantoms that vanish before bullets can find flesh.
Rekka (laughing while punching a concrete pillar to dust):"This is the kind of war I signed up for."
The district is ablaze, but in the inferno, a new order is born.
Cainen (voice rising over the chaos):"This city's mine. Every brick, every soul—marked with the Deadly Six."
Behind him, Lilith watches from the shadows, her smile darker than ever.
The empire's flame is only growing.