D-Day (Operation: Nightjars' Retribution)
I stood on the outskirts of Abyss, the rogue-governed city glowing brightly before me. Laughter echoed from the streets—drunken, manic, reckless. Cars roared by. Music thundered from open windows. Women flirting and pulling men who was walking near their brothel. Fights broke out in alleys like it was part of the nightlife package.
Abyss wasn't chaos. Abyss celebrated chaos itself.
The scent of alcohol clung to the air, sweet and addicting. Blood—old and new—mingled with dark mana. It was true what people called it:
The city where the sun never rises.
And tonight was my first official mission as a Nightjar.
"Can you see that tall building in the distance, big sis?" Gula's voice whispered directly into my ear through the comms, bright and sugary as always.
"Give me a second," I murmured, already adjusting my hood before sprinting forward.
