The storm hanging over Velmora refused to disappear.For three straight nights, rain drowned the city while the Romano empire moved under silent lockdown. Ports closed early. Warehouses were heavily guarded. Armed men patrolled every route connected to Black Vein.
Because everyone inside the underworld understood one thing now:
This was no longer about business.Someone had declared war.
And Rafael could feel it getting closer.
The underground operations room beneath the harbor remained cold, dark, and suffocatingly tense. Massive screens glowed against black walls while security footage replayed endlessly footage of explosions tearing through the cargo ship, men running through smoke, fire swallowing millions within seconds.
Rafael stood silently at the center of the room and completely still.
Which somehow terrified everyone more.
A cigar burned slowly between his fingers untouched while his sharp eyes remained fixed on one paused frame from the surveillance footage.
