Ross rose from his chair and looked out to the ceiling and let his divine sense roam onto the ruined cityscape.
The morning light cut through the clouds, spilling across the desolate streets and shattered buildings.
To most, it would've been a depressing sight—evidence of civilization's downfall.
But to Ross, it looked like opportunity.
A grin spread slowly across his face.
Even from this faraway distance, he could already sense it—movement in the streets, signs of small survivor groups gathering supplies, fighting over scraps.
To him, they were not obstacles, but possibilities. Some could be allies, others enemies, and maybe a few… entertainment.
The world beyond his bunker was untamed and dangerous, but that only made it more appealing.
He thrived in chaos.
It was where he could truly stretch his power, test his limits, and remind the world who he was.
Ashley's situation had been a pleasant distraction, something personal and grounding amid the madness.
