The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 289: Covert in Europe

[Samuel's POV – Prague, Midnight Shadows]

The cold night air bit into my skin as I leaned against the edge of the cathedral rooftop, staring down at the convoy of black cars arriving beneath us.

Henry stood beside me, dressed in his obsidian combat trench coat, arms folded, his silver eyes scanning like a machine.

"So this is the nest?" he asked, voice low but filled with heat.

"One of them," I replied, lips curling into a smirk. "William's European laundering operations. Moving funds from Dubai's ashes through Prague, Geneva, then finally London. But it ends tonight."

Henry glanced at me sideways. "Want me to go loud or surgical?"

I cracked my knuckles, feeling the surge of demonic mana coil in my veins like fire.

"We're ghosts until the last second. Then we haunt them."

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[Inside the Building – William Yates' Prague Financial Hub]

Dozens of suited men, corrupt bankers, mercs, and data handlers were moving crates of cash and hard drives. The tension in the air was thick—they were preparing for something.

The regional handler, a bald man with cybernetic eyes named Viktor Carrow, paced nervously.

"We move tonight. London wants no trace left," he barked.

A sudden thud echoed.

Then a red flare lit up the monitors—Intrusion detected.

Henry dropped in first, a blur of silver slicing the main power cable with one swipe of his blade. The entire building went black.

Then, my flames came.

"Boo," I whispered, descending through the broken skylight, both hands glowing with burning red glyphs. The flames surged and twisted behind me like wings of an infernal demon.

Screams erupted.

"Divine Executioner—flank!" one guard shouted.

"Harbinger—center, center! We're under attack!"

I laughed darkly as I strode through the inferno.

"Under attack?" I echoed. "You think this is an attack?"

I let the fire devour the floor beneath a group of fleeing mercs.

"This... is judgment."

Henry moved like a shadow, severing limbs and silencing screams, eyes cold, blade swift.

One of the last survivors dropped to his knees. "Please...! I'm just a courier!"

I walked up to him slowly.

"Then carry a message."

I leaned in close.

"Tell William. This is Samuel Gebb's signature. I burn what I hate."

And then I smashed a flame rune into the vault.

The entire building detonated.

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[Rooftop – Aftermath]

Henry stood beside me again, watching the fire consume the skyline.

"That's two nodes down."

I nodded.

"Geneva's next. Then Brussels. Let's gut the beast before Owen reaches the heart."

Henry looked toward the distant night sky.

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I smirked.

"He's past ready. He's evolving."

And with that, we vanished into the night, leaving only ash behind.

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[Owen's POV – London, The Eye of the Storm]

The rain was cold. That sharp London kind. Not the comforting drizzle you sip tea to, but the kind that made you feel like the city itself wanted you gone.

I stood on the edge of the Thames, under the shadow of the London Eye, dressed in a black longcoat with my beast-marked gloves beneath. My hood was pulled over my head, but I could feel the eyes.

Spies.

Drones.

Eyes of William Yates.

Good. Let them watch.

"Time to remind this city who I am."

I turned and walked into the fog, heading toward Canary Wharf.

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[Inside Canary Wharf – Financial Fortress of Yates Global]

A tower built on secrets. On blood money. On the legacy of a man who sold his family for power.

Guards lined the lobby. Plainclothes operatives. Data snatchers. One even wore the sigil of the Wraith Consortium.

Impressive. He thinks mercenaries can stop me now.

I walked in calmly.

"Sir, this is private property—" one of the guards stepped forward.

I didn't stop walking.

"Your voice is too weak to stop me."

His body went flying across the floor before he even realized I'd moved. The rest raised their weapons.

Bad idea.

With a simple exhale, I activated Savage Dominion.

The air grew heavy. Feral. Wild. Every person with a weak will dropped their weapons in instinctive fear.

"You smell it, don't you?" I growled softly.

"The apex is here."

I took the elevator to the penthouse floor, disabling the systems with a light surge of Stormclaw Manifest. The surge fried the circuits, and the lights flickered like frightened eyes.

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[Penthouse – William's European Director]

Carla Brightwell. One of William's remaining lieutenants. Slick red dress. Eyes like knives.

She didn't even flinch.

"Owen Yates. Finally showing your fangs, are you?"

I leaned on her desk, hands flat.

"No, Carla. I've already torn through your operations. I'm here to pull the root."

She raised an eyebrow. "You won't kill me. Too many eyes. Too much attention."

I smiled.

"Who said I need to kill you?"

I dropped the envelope.

Inside were hard drives, encrypted files, and a small drive with damning footage.

"You leaked William's location in Russia. You betrayed him."

Her smirk fell.

I straightened.

"You have one choice: leave London and vanish... or stay and burn with the rest."

She whispered, shaken now. "You... you're not like before."

I nodded.

"That version of Owen died in the fire. The one standing here... is the Alpha and the Omega."

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[Outside – One Hour Later]

I stepped into the rain again, lighting a cigarette just for the ritual of it. My beasts were silent within, but I could feel them watching. Verdant Hollowstag. Seraph-Lynx. The Tyrants.

They knew their King had set foot on enemy soil.

I pulled my phone and called Samuel.

"London's falling," I said.

Samuel's voice crackled through.

"Geneva's next. Then the endgame."

I crushed the cigarette beneath my boot.

"Good. I want Willam to feel it. One empire at a time."