Night settled over the war-torn city like a suffocating blanket.
Protests roared through the streets, fires consumed what was left of order, and riots turned avenues into rivers of chaos. The world had fractured itself, divided into factions, ideologies, and fear.
And yet… one presence watched all, unseen, unshaken.
Across the globe, leaders scrambled in panic.
In war rooms and command centers, the symbolic figures acted:
One directed shadow armies across borders, every move calculated for dominance.
Another manipulated the media to amplify hysteria, bending crowds with every broadcast.
One coordinated covert strikes with precision, plotting moves that others could not anticipate.
And the final figure adjusted markets and economies from behind closed doors, profiting from the turmoil.
Maps projected ancient plans of land, territories stretching from the Nile to the Euphrates. Lines glowed. Units shifted. Resources were mapped. Control was being consolidated.
Each thought they controlled the board.
None knew the true player beyond the pieces—Elito, already several moves ahead, already knowing every outcome.
Data streams flashed across screens. Palantir and BlackRock panels tracked movement, vaccination campaigns, military operations, and strategic deployments.
Every human, every city, every plan—predicted. Calculated. Accounted for.
In the streets, terror was alive.
Children in experimental zones flinched at the sound of boots. Citizens were dispersed violently during protests. Chaos spilled across Europe, Africa, and beyond.
The war had never been fought with weapons alone.
It was in the hearts of the innocent.
Then Elito appeared.
A massive screen activated in a secret war room. His silhouette materialized, calm, terrifying.
"Every plan, every ambition," he said softly, voice clear yet cold, "now unfolds under my gaze."
Leaders froze. Mouths opened and closed. Orders paused mid-transmission. None dared move.
The ancient plan in motion.
Units deployed across strategic regions. Cities marked as symbolic "Biblical land" were surveilled. Colonization, resource extraction, and occupation—all continued under meticulous precision.
From the Nile to the Euphrates, history itself became a weapon.
Neural interfaces pulsed on countless heads. Digital ID systems locked citizens in place. Rebellions erupted outside, but every action was tracked, predicted, and manipulated.
Every mind under observation.
Every gesture recorded.
Every defiance foreseen.
In Africa, masks of charity were ripped away. Hospitals, laboratories, and vaccination centers came under siege. Mob outrage revealed the truth: what had been sold as aid was experimentation.
Blood became the currency of the powerful. Innocence, a ledger entry.
Leaders turned on each other.
Distrust blossomed where alliances had stood. Media networks faltered under pressure. Armies hesitated. Markets wavered.
Suspicion moved faster than soldiers. Fear became the weapon that ruled the world.
Elito's broadcasts manipulated them further.
Fake intelligence reports. Contradictory orders. Leaks of betrayal.
Chaos was no accident. It was the instrument of war.
Amid the destruction, a single figure moved through the streets—quiet, observant, protective.
The young man from earlier chapters shielded civilians from violence, guiding them through alleys and smoke.
In the shadows, hearts remained unbroken.
Cities burned, flames reflected in shattered windows.
Militias fought among themselves.
Children were taken for experimentation.
Explosions tore through streets.
Every misstep left blood on hands.
Every miscalculation fueled terror.
Even the "invincible" armies faltered.
IDF units clashed with local militias and rebel groups. Every deployment anticipated by the unseen hand. No force could act freely while Elito moved the strings.
Psychological warfare reached its peak.
He appeared virtually before each leader. Fear, doubt, and paranoia spread instantly. Orders conflicted. Armies froze. Cities crumbled under indecision.
He did not need to touch land or weaponry.
He controlled minds.
The man in the suit bowed.
Kneeling before Elito's massive holographic display, he acknowledged the greater power. Even those who pull the strings must recognize who truly moves the world.
Elito orchestrated chaos with precision:
Expansion projects faltered internally.
European protests exploded.
African programs collapsed under public outrage.
Every empire built on control, surveillance, and obedience fell under scrutiny and manipulation.
Blackness spread across screens and cities alike.
And yet… a single mind remained untouched.
The world tried to control identity, territory, and minds.
One mind controlled them all.
Elito—the unseen hand.