The city had become a battleground of information and force. Jonathan moved like a ghost, striking swiftly against spies, assassins, and dark operatives. His blade glowed brighter with Hamon energy, each swing a precise, deadly statement.
A scout reported unusual activity in the northern district—enemies coordinating attacks in a synchronized pattern. Jonathan realized the enemy was preparing for something massive, a full-scale strike that could overwhelm even the most prepared defenses.
He spent nights mapping escape routes, designing traps, and training with ferocity. Hamon became sharper, faster, more precise. Jonathan's understanding of the flow of energy allowed him to anticipate and counter multiple attacks at once.
When the first wave came, it was like a storm. Jonathan moved through the chaos, a beacon of energy and skill, cutting down enemies with efficiency. Yet even as he fought, a chilling realization struck him: the enemy's leader was orchestrating this attack from within Windgrave itself, hidden among the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment.