The moment Victor Kane died, everything in Aurethia City collapsed like a house built on sand during a storm.
The news did not spread slowly. It hit the underworld like a violent shockwave, breaking through every layer of power, fear, and control that Victor had spent years building. Eighteen gang leaders were gone. Five thousand armed men were wiped out in a single night. What remained was not an empire, but ruins filled with silence and disbelief.
At the Silver Crown Grand Hotel, the most luxurious building in Aurethia City, fear had already taken root deep inside the presidential suite.
Seraphina Lancaster stood by the wide window, her hands gripping the heavy velvet curtains as if she could anchor herself to the city outside. Her eyes were fixed on the skyline that glittered beneath
