Chapter 127

• Chapter 127: Parental War
• The dust hasn't even settled, still hanging thick in the air like a mourning shroud over what once stood proud and tall.
• Chunks of concrete lie like carcasses across the compound, jagged and lifeless; twisted steel rods jut from the ruins like broken bones piercing through torn flesh. Smoke curls up into the thick night sky, thick and slow, carrying the scent of destruction with it. And in the middle of this apocalyptic landscape stands Elder Mobius. Damon's father. His sharp eyes—cold as winter frost—sweep the wreckage, not with horror or concern, but with a calculating gaze that assesses value and loss. Like he's watching a fortune vanish before his eyes, each crumbled wall representing nothing but diminished assets.