South Africa – Resistance Deep Bunker
Underground Command Chamber – 04:16 AM
Smoke still clung to the ceiling. The walls were cracked from the last tremor. Screens flickered with red alerts. Base after base: offline. Destroyed. Gone.
Calen Rooks stood in the center of it all—coat dusted in ash, eyes sunken but sharp. Rage simmered under his skin, but he didn't scream. He didn't curse. He watched.
The holographic world map in front of him bled with red—each pulsing mark a lost outpost.
"…The bastard is relentless," he muttered, voice cold. "He destroyed almost all our bases."
He stepped forward and zoomed in on a cluster—Tokyo, Paris, Nairobi. All gone.
Lucifer Origin.
That vampire demon freak had turned his righteous crusade into a massacre.
But Calen wasn't broken. No.
He was thinking.
