The first sign that war had come to New Moon City wasn't the sound of supernatural creatures clashing in the streets. It was the silence.
At exactly 6:47 PM, every electronic device within a twelve-block radius of the old industrial district simply stopped working. Cell phones died mid-conversation, traffic lights went dark, and the ambient hum of modern technology that nobody noticed until it disappeared fell away like a held breath being released.
Luna stood on the roof of the Meridian Tower, the city's tallest skyscraper, watching the electromagnetic pulse ripple outward in visible waves of distorted air. Below her, New Moon City stretched away in all directions—eight million humans going about their evening routines, completely unaware that their world was about to change forever.
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