The warehouse on the city’s eastern fringe looked like nothing more than a decaying husk-graffiti-smeared walls, sagging steel beams, and the faint stench of rust clinging to its bones.

However, it's the centre of the a final move, a move that had taken many weeks to plan.

James Ferguson stepped into the shadows of the warehouse like a man ready to seize his empire.

His coat swirled behind him, his signature calm returned despite the firestorm Devian had ignited online just hours earlier.

Reina’s name was all over the news, and though his team had tried to contain the damage, James knew the press was circling.

Still, he had one...