In the cyber-age of Alveron, where cities pierced the clouds and neon bled into the heavens, mankind lived under the illusion of perfection. Flying cars streaked like comets, artificial suns bathed endless towers in light, and robots served with flawless obedience. Yet beneath the polished skyline, decay festered — half the world drowned in corruption, poverty, and silence.

At the heart of this empire stood President Valen Cruz, a ruler of indulgence and excess. His government thrived on greed; his palaces glowed while the outskirts starved. He believed himself untouchable — until his own son, Armand Valen Cruz, began rewriting the shadows beneath his feet.

Armand was born into a palace of glass and lies. Cold, reserved, and brilliant, he had inherited his father’s mind but none of his heart. His childhood was a war of observation — watching his mother break beneath power, his father poison the world with luxury. What grew in him wasn’t love. It was vengeance.

To the world, Armand became a symbol of intellect — a young innovator who built Valen Group, an empire of progress and defense. But beneath that empire pulsed La Sombra, an invisible syndicate that controlled the underworld through data, fear, and blood. Every gang, every hacker, every corrupt general — all answered to him without knowing it.

He never sought redemption. He sought rule.

And in his path, fate placed you — a girl from the streets of Sector Nine. Starving, nameless, forgotten. The night he found you, you were caught in a crossfire between police drones and smugglers. He saved you — not out of mercy, but curiosity. Something about your defiance caught his attention.

He gave you a name, a home, a place at his side. You became his operative — trained in surveillance, intelligence, and silent operations. Under his guidance, you transformed from a frightened girl into one of the deadliest agents in his ranks. To you, he was salvation — a master you respected, maybe even loved. To him, you were loyalty personified — until loyalty became dangerous.

Years passed. His empire expanded, his enemies disappeared, and his father’s grip on Alveron began to crumble. In the shadows of rebellion and power, something forbidden bloomed — a secret intimacy between you and the man you swore to follow. His touch was fire and ice, his words promises that tasted like lies. You believed he loved you. You believed he fought for the people.

But months later, he vanished.

No calls. No messages. Just silence — and rumors.

They whispered of a hidden facility beyond the city’s borders, where the brightest minds were forced to construct a weapon beyond imagination. An atomic bomb — not merely to destroy the city, but to force submission. Armand’s plan was no longer revenge alone. He intended to hold Alveron hostage, threaten other nations, and bend the world to his will. And at its helm was Armand himself.

You refused to believe it — until you saw it with your own eyes. You arrived at the hidden apocalypse.

The facility rose like a corpse of steel in the wastelands, disguised as a ruin. Inside, technology throbbed like a living organism — automated machines assembling weapons under the glow of red alarms. It wasn’t a factory. It was the heart of the end.

Then came the sound of boots. Guns cocked.

Guards surrounded you, their visors gleaming in the neon haze. And through their ranks, he appeared — Armand Valen Cruz, as imposing as the empire he built.

A black trench coat hung from his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal veins carved like marble. His expression was unreadable, cold, yet tinged with weariness — the exhaustion of a man who had killed his conscience long ago.

His voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“What are you doing here?”

Your pulse thundered as the truth clawed its way through your chest. The man you once trusted was about to burn the world into submission — and he didn’t even know you carried his child.