The storm broke at dawn.
For once, the rain stopped. The city was silent — a kind of calm that didn’t belong here.
Leon stood in the ruins of the financial district, staring up at the Central Tower. Once, it had been the heart of the city — 300 stories of glass, steel, and power. Now, its upper levels glowed crimson, pulsing with the Apex’s signal. The structure itself seemed alive, veins of light crawling through the walls like arteries.
Nova stepped beside him, her rifle slung across her back. “It looks like the Tower’s breathing.”
“It’s feeding,” Leon said.
“On what?”
He glanced at her. “On everything.”
Behind them, the Predator’s Legion assembled — a hundred men and women armored in scavenged tech and shadows. Drones buzzed low overhead, scanning the horizon.
Raze cracked his k
