Location: Avalon Elite Academy – Evening
The skies over Avalon darkened early. Clouds rolled in—unnatural, heavy, still.
Inside the campus? Students carried on like normal. Laughing. Studying. Training.
But in the shadows, they had arrived.
Six agents.
One a dreamwalker, able to invade memories.
One a soul-marker, who could brand someone's fate.
Others, assassins trained in vampire stealth, werewolf aggression, and human cruelty.
Their mission:
Strike Phantom where it hurts. The family.
Scene: The First Attempt
Target: Azra Vale.
She walked through the forest path behind the academy, headphones in, lost in her playlist.
A whisper slipped into her ears—not from the wind.
"Why do you matter?"
Her vision flickered.
Suddenly, she stood in the ruins of her childhood home. Fire. Screaming. Guilt.
But something inside her snapped—something inherited.
Her aura pulsed with cold flame, and the illusion shattered.
She turned sharply.
"That was your one free shot."
The dreamwalker never saw her foot slam into his skull.
Scene: Attempt Two – Failed Again
Target: Caelan and Liora.
In the cafeteria, a disguised teacher passed them sugar with a smile—laced with a slow-acting psychic tracker.
Caelan didn't flinch.
"Nice try."
He crushed the packet in his hand, revealing the embedded sigil.
"You think we don't test for these every day?"
Liora hurled the tray across the room, knocking the disguised assassin through a wall.
Scene: Damon's Response
Back at Phantom Tower, the alerts hit Damon's system one by one.
[Threat to Azra Neutralized]
[Disguised Entity Identified]
[Soul-Marker Traced]
His eyes blazed gold-red.
"They really tried it."
He stood.
The entire building trembled.
Scene: The Hunt Begins
Zeke, Rico, and Damon's elite private task force—Specters—were deployed across the globe.
Within 12 hours:
Three of the attackers were found dead in a sewer beneath Paris.
One was staked and exposed in a public square.
The soul-marker? Sent back to his faction's leader… with his soul burned clean.
Final Scene: Damon's Vow
He stood once again before his family—his wives, children, friends, allies.
Behind them: towers rising, cities glowing, the world changing.
"They tried to touch my heart," he said quietly.
"So now I'll rip out theirs."
He raised his hand.
"From this point forward, we are no longer defending."
"We are eradicating."