Boots pounded across wet pavement.
The squad moved as one through the ruined streets of Singapore, black capes snapping behind them as they weaved past abandoned cars, shattered glass, and bodies left where they had fallen. Their pace never broke. Their formation stayed tight. The city around them looked half-drowned in smoke and mist, every surface slick with rainwater, blood, or soot. Fires still burned in the distance, casting a restless orange glow through the dark, but the women running through it looked untouched by hesitation. Every footfall was measured. Every breath was controlled. Every weapon in their hands hummed with caged power.
