The city of Oakhaven was in chaos.
Not the kind of chaos caused by riots or fire.
It was a silent, digital chaos.
The Heptarchy’s grip on the region relied on one thing: total surveillance. Every camera, every drone, every patrol communication was routed through the central network.
And Axton had just fried it.
In the Heptarchy Regional Command Tower, a massive spire of glass and steel that dominated the skyline, panic reigned.
Screens were black. Radios emitted only static.
Generals shouted orders that no one could hear. Soldiers stood at their posts, blind and deaf, waiting for commands that never came.
It was the perfect storm.
Back at the warehouse...
"We move now," Axton said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
He stood before his army. Grak, Veyla, Ryn, Marcus
