The high-altitude sky over the central city district of Mumbai did not merely darken; it completely folded under the terrifying weight of an absolute spatial collapse.
The early morning light was instantly choked out by an ocean of thick, pitch-black clouds that rolled across the horizon within a matter of seconds, illuminated only by the violent, jagged streaks of purple-and-silver lightning.
Down below, the entire perimeter of the Vance Clan's primary inner city fortress was already under a total, crushing siege.
Lady Selena Faith had moved with an absolute, ruthless corporate efficiency that perfectly leveraged the full weight of the Golden Phoenix Merchant Guild. Thousands of dark-armored guild enforcers, heavy tactical war chariots, and elite high-level wizards had completely cordoned off every single cobblestone avenue, alleyway, and secret escape tunnel leading out of the Vance district.
