Location: Global Media Networks – 24 Hours After the Broadcast
The world had seen many headlines.
But nothing like this.
Every network. Every platform. Every encrypted supernatural channel.
One story.
"PHANTOM RETURNS: The Legend Was Never Dead"
"DAMON BLACK — The Devil of Two Worlds"
"VALE NAME RESURFACES IN GLOBAL POWER SHIFT"
Across every timezone, anchors scrambled to keep up.
Screens showed the live broadcast on repeat.
Clips of his old hits resurfaced.
The collapse of the Lysander Bloodline Bank in Switzerland.
The firestorm that erased the Red Fang Cartel from Europe.
The corporate downfall of Blacktower Industries—engineered overnight.
Footage of mysterious figures vanishing after crossing him.
Scene: Supernatural Councils Panic
In the Vampire Blood Courts of Italy:
"He owns three vaults and seventeen contracts. We thought he had retired!"
"Retired?" the elder hissed. "Phantom doesn't retire. He waits."
In the Werewolf Assembly in Alaska:
"Why didn't we move when he vanished?"
"Because even ghosts feared his name."
"What do we do now?"
"We don't do anything… we kneel."
Scene: Social Media, Streets, and Undergrounds
Clips went viral. Conspiracy channels were flooded. Young elites whispered his name in awe. Underworld circles panicked—reorganizing operations just to avoid his path.
#PhantomIsBack
#DamonVale
#ReturnOfTheKing
Street murals appeared in cities overnight: Damon's silhouette in a crown of black fire.
Scene: Allies Reflect, Enemies Crumble
Cassiel (watching the broadcast again):
"I always wondered why our elders feared someone without a throne. Now I know."
Kai (growling):
"He was the throne."
Silent Ones' Scout HQ – Underground:
A commander snapped the tablet in two, shaking.
"We attacked the children of a god…"
"…and now the god is awake."
Final Scene: Within the Vale Estate
Caelan, Azra, and Liora sat in stunned silence watching the replay with their friends.
Selene (quietly): "The world's not ready."
Zaria: "They had their warning."
Caelan (low): "They had their chance."
And above them?
Damon Black stood at the balcony.
Silent.
Unsmiling.
And absolutely sovereign.