Night descended upon Lebanon, but darkness failed to bring peace.
Smoke drifted above Beirut as entire districts continued burning from the government's brutal crackdown. Ambulance sirens echoed through abandoned streets while frightened families barricaded themselves inside their homes, listening to distant gunfire that seemed to come from every direction. Hospitals overflowed with the wounded, yet even there soldiers patrolled the hallways, dragging away anyone suspected of participating in the demonstrations. The scent of blood, smoke, and tear gas lingered over the capital like an unbreakable curse.
Far above the clouds, Damian overlooked the nation in complete silence. He remained unaware of the chaos unfolding in Hell for the very same reason he had decided to take extreme action here.
