In a city that had just barely survived the earthquakes shaking the state, a sudden sonic boom and the deep rumble of bombardment — something missile-like — swept through the streets.
Panic gripped everyone who hadn't yet fled… and even those who had come running toward the city in search of refuge.
At first, they thought it was another earthquake.
Then, they feared it was a missile.
Then… they simply became confused, unable to tell what the hell was going on anymore.
And at the heart of that chaos — or, more accurately, very close to the source —
Christian stood on the roof of a tall building, gazing down at the remnants of what had once been an extravagant party.
His eyes tracked the bullet's trajectory, still faintly glowing in the air, like a thin scar carved into the sky.
They glinted with appreciation.
There was something childlike in his expression — a gleam of excitement, pride — as he watched the masterpiece unfold in the hands of a seasoned assassin like Nina.
