(Raiden’s POV)
The putrid scent of smoke and burning wires assaults my senses the instant Siena and I burst into the command center. The flickering emergency lights cast sinister crimson shadows across shattered monitors.
Chaos greets us on every side—warriors shouting over crackling radios, technicians frantically attempting to restore sabotaged communication lines.
My heart pounds fiercely, adrenaline flooding my veins, instincts screaming that this is no ordinary attack. This is personal.
“Alpha!” A young tech yells urgently, pointing toward a partially functioning security feed. “You need to see this.”
Siena and I swiftly cross the room, tension tightening my muscles with every rapid heartbeat.
The grainy surveillance footage flickers ominously, capturing a familiar figure
