The absolute destruction of the Obsidian Cartel had left a massive, gaping power vacuum within the Green City logistics sector. In the terrestrial underworld, a vacuum never remained empty for long.
The Ivory Syndicate, an international conglomerate of corporate predators, had smelled the blood in the water. They did not use street level thugs or concealed ceramic blades. They used armies of ruthless lawyers and predatory financial structures.
A thick, gold embossed legal envelope sat in the dead centre of Boss Solis's pristine glass desk in the Rosea penthouse.
Solis stood by the floor to ceiling windows, his silver-grey eyes completely dark with lethal intent. He had just finished reading the document. It was framed as a strategic partnership agreement, a proposed joint venture targeting Chaos Demon's newly secured maritime assets. In reality, it was a beautifully worded extortion attempt.
