From the shadows, a soft whisper cut through the air, chilling in its calm.
"One target down… the world is in my hands now."
The mastermind's presence lingered like a storm on the horizon — unseen, unstoppable, orchestrating chaos with silent precision.
{Scene shifts to Navy Headquarters}
Deep within the steel corridors of the Navy HQ — beneath flickering lights and echoing footsteps — Uruma Nithel stood inside the intelligence chamber of the Dominion's dark wing: V.D, the organization that secretly commanded both the Navy and the World Dominion itself.
In front of him stood one of their messengers, coat drenched from rain, eyes cold.
Uruma crossed his arms.
"So… did you kill Sylphira Noctem?"
The messenger grinned slowly, placing a silver handgun on the table with a metallic clack.
"Yes," he said, sliding a thick envelope across the desk. "Here are the pictures."
Uruma pulled them out.
Photographs spilled across the table — Sylphira Noctem lying still, bloodied, eyes frozen open in terror.
A brutal silence filled the room.
"A horror… but necessary," Uruma muttered. "Good. One threat has been dealt with already."
He looked up, eyes narrowing.
"And the same with the Devil Reincarnate — Orimo Kuzan. He's been captured."
The messenger's grin widened unnaturally.
"So… what are you planning to do with him?"
Uruma leaned closer, voice dropping to a cold whisper.
"Execute him.
In a public broadcast.
Let the entire world witness what happens… when they challenge the Dominion."
"That's a good way," the messenger replied casually, cracking open a cold drink as if discussing weather — not murder.
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed ominously overhead.