Dawn arrived with no celebration. No engagement party. No moment to rest.
The hunt continued.
Inside the command center, military officers, police commanders, and clan leaders worked nonstop as reports flooded in from every district of Bloomsdale.
The Crimson Syndicate was continuously collapsing. But a wounded animal was often the most dangerous. And Raven was still free.
Aciel stood before the main operations map while officers reported new developments.
"Safehouse seventeen secured."
"Eight arrests."
"Three escaped toward the industrial district."
"Explosives recovered."
Every update tightened the net around the Syndicate.
Lucien adjusted his gloves.
"They're running."
Simon grinned. "Surrendering."
A police commander nodded.
"Our checkpoints have intercepted multiple escape attempts."
A military colonel pointed toward the map.
"We've pushed them into a shrinking perimeter."
Aciel's eyes darkened. "Keep the pressure on."
