Alex followed the trail of destruction calmly.
Each step brought him closer to the source of the explosions. The air trembled faintly with distant impacts. Smoke drifted across shattered rooftops. Broken glass crunched under his boots.
Another explosion echoed.
Closer.
He slowed down.
Then—
He suppressed his presence.
Completely.
His aura flattened.
His energy signature vanished.
His breathing, heartbeat, even the faint ripple of his soul grew silent.
To any high-level being—
He was nothing.
Just another civilian walking through ruins.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and casually walked down the cracked street.
Buildings leaned dangerously to one side. Flames licked through broken windows. The scent of ash mixed with iron.
Soon—
He reached the plaza where the explosions were coming from.
And stopped.
In the center of the destroyed square—
Four figures were fighting three Fallen Angels.
Alex's eyes lit up.
The four wore brightly colored combat suits.
