Chapter 10 010

The Obsidian Bank Tower loomed like a black monolith in the heart of Blackspire’s financial district. Forty stories of reinforced glass and steel, it served as both a legitimate banking institution and the vault for Seraphine Voss’s most valuable secrets and dirty money.

Nyxor stood on a rooftop three blocks away, wind whipping his tactical coat. Elara waited in the armored command vehicle below with a small protection detail, watching through a live feed.

“Begin,” Nyxor ordered.

The assault started with surgical precision.

Shadow operatives in stealth gear disabled the external security grid. Vesper led one team through the underground parking levels while Nyxor personally breached the main lobby with twelve elite soldiers.

Alarms screamed the moment they entered.

“Intruders! Level One!” Security personnel shouted.

Nyxor raised his rifle and fired in controlled bursts. Three guards dropped instantly. His team moved like ghosts — suppressing fire, flashbangs, and brutal close-quarters combat. They cleared the lobby in under forty seconds.

“Main vault is on sub-level three,” Vesper reported through comms. “Heavy resistance incoming.”

“I’m on my way,” Nyxor replied.

As he descended via the emergency stairwell, Seraphine’s counterattack began.

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A reinforced door exploded outward. Over thirty Iron Reavers mercenaries — elite hired guns in full tactical gear with cybernetic enhancements — poured into the hallway.

“Kill the Abyssal King!” their commander roared.

Gunfire erupted like a storm.

Nyxor blurred forward, moving faster than any normal human should. He weaved through the hail of bullets with terrifying precision, closing the distance in heartbeats. His fist shattered the first mercenary’s helmet and the skull beneath it. He grabbed another by the vest, using him as a human shield while returning fire with deadly accuracy.

“Elara, status?” he asked calmly through his earpiece while fighting.

“I’m safe,” she replied, voice tight. “But there’s movement on the surface cams — multiple convoys heading your way.”

Nyxor dropped the dead shield and hurled a grenade down the corridor. The explosion ripped through six more mercenaries.

“Handle it,” he told Vesper.

Seraphine’s desperate counterattack hit hard.

Twenty armored vehicles and over two hundred Iron Reavers mercenaries surrounded the tower district. Rocket launchers were aimed at the upper floors. A black luxury SUV screeched to a halt, and a tall woman in a blood-red coat stepped out — one of Seraphine’s top enforcers.

“Burn them out!” she screamed.

Rockets streaked toward the command vehicle where Elara was located.

“Elara!” Nyxor’s voice thundered through the comms.

The protection team reacted instantly. The vehicle accelerated hard, evading two rockets, but the third clipped the rear, sending it spinning. Elara was thrown against the seat, dazed but alive.

“I’m okay!” she shouted back. “They’re coming from all sides!”

Nyxor’s eyes turned murderous.

He abandoned the stairwell and sprinted upward, bursting onto the 15th floor. Without hesitation, he kicked open a window and leaped across the gap to an adjacent building, landing with a roll.

From his new position, he had a clear line of sight to the street battle.

“Vesper — air support. Now.”

Two stealth drones dropped from the clouds. Missile pods lit up the night as they rained precision strikes on the enemy convoys. Explosions bloomed across the street, shredding vehicles and mercenaries alike.

Nyxor jumped from the building, falling four stories before crashing onto the roof of an armored truck. He rolled off, landed in the middle of the enemy formation, and unleashed hell.

He became a one-man army.

A mercenary swung a rifle at him — Nyxor caught it, ripped it away, and beat the man to death with it. Another fired a shotgun at point-blank range. Nyxor twisted, letting the blast graze his side, then drove his palm into the attacker’s chest with enough force to cave in ribs and stop his heart.

“Seraphine sends her regards!” one enforcer screamed, charging with a powered blade.

Nyxor sidestepped, grabbed the man’s arm, and snapped it like a twig. He tore the blade free and drove it through the enforcer’s throat.

Above, Vesper’s team had secured the vault.

“We have the data drives, my King! Billions in records — trafficking routes, blackmail files, political bribes. It’s all here!”

“Extract and destroy the vault,” Nyxor ordered.

Explosives detonated deep underground. The Obsidian Bank’s main vault collapsed in on itself, taking Seraphine’s hidden wealth with it in a torrent of fire and rubble.

Elara watched the tower burn on the feed, heart pounding. A small cut on her forehead bled from the earlier impact, but she refused medical attention until Nyxor returned.

The side door opened violently.

Nyxor climbed in, covered in blood — some his, most not. His eyes immediately found Elara. He crossed the space in two strides and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Are you hurt?” he demanded, checking her for injuries.

“Just shaken,” she whispered, clinging to him. “You came back so fast…”

“I will always come back.”

Outside, the street was littered with burning wreckage and corpses. Sirens wailed in the distance, but no police dared approach the war zone.

Vesper entered the vehicle, holding a encrypted tablet. “We’ve dealt a devastating blow, my King. Seraphine lost another four hundred million tonight, plus the data. She’s exposed. Her remaining allies are starting to abandon her.”

Nyxor nodded, but his expression remained cold.

“She’ll be desperate now. Desperate enemies make mistakes.”

He looked down at Elara, gently wiping blood from her forehead with his thumb.

“I told you this would get ugly,” he said softly. “You can still stay with Aunt Selene at the safehouse.”

Elara shook her head. “I saw what they did to us. I want to watch them fall.”

Nyxor studied her for a long moment, then nodded with quiet pride.

“Then stay close. The real war begins tomorrow.”

As the convoy sped away from the burning financial district, a new encrypted message arrived on Nyxor’s comm.

It was from Seraphine herself.

“You’ve won this round, Abyssal King. But I still have one card left. Your precious little sister will look beautiful in chains again. Come find me if you dare.”

Nyxor stared at the message, then crushed the device in his fist.

“She wants a hunt?” he murmured.

He looked at Elara, his voice low and deadly.

“Then I’ll give her one she’ll never forget.”