Chaos was coming.
Violence was rising.
People were desperate.
All it needed was a single push — and Alvaro would be the one to shove.
Alvaro cracked his knuckles with a low chuckle.
"Let's see how this prison likes a riot."
He'd burn the Bastion to the ground if that was what it took to walk back into Sasha's arms.
Alvaro got his chance sooner than expected.
Chaos exploded inside the Bastion — again. Soldiers beat civilians for food. Civilians retaliated with stolen tools. The unrest turned into a wildfire of fists, knives, and desperate screams.
And the guards? They only cared about shutting everyone up.
Alvaro slipped through the fray like a shadow.
With the alarms blaring and soldiers distracted, he sprinted toward the gate. The undead outside, drawn by nights of noise and chaos, already pressed against the defenses.
Perfect.
He disabled the locking mechanism, the gate creaked open—
and death poured in like a flood.
