The entire city had become his hunting ground, its broken streets and collapsing districts no longer resembling anything that once held order.
People were still reeling from the earlier attack by one of the Kings of the Beasts, a single strike that had rewritten the landscape in an instant, flattening entire zones and leaving behind gaps where neighborhoods had been.
After that, everything the Defense Force tried to hold together began to fall apart.
Communication lines failed one after another, units lost contact with command, and whatever authority remained was reduced to scattered voices giving uncertain orders.
Law did not weaken in stages; it simply gave way.
In that collapse, Francis saw something familiar: opportunity.
He stood on top of a crushed vehicle, its frame flattened under his weight.
