DCB Global Intelligence Headquarters — 02:36 AM
The war chamber at the heart of the DCB Global Intelligence Nexus was colder than usual, though the temperature read normal. The officers standing there weren't speaking — not because they had nothing to say, but because words failed them.
A digital projection hovered over the central table — PROJECT NACHTJÄGER (Night Hunter) — spinning slowly like a vulture circling its prey.
Agent Mori's fingers trembled slightly as he controlled the hologram, magnifying a set of heavily encrypted files. He had reviewed thousands of classified operations during his career, but this… this was something else entirely.
"Sir… the files are authentic," Mori said finally, voice barely a whisper.
General Ryken's eyes narrowed, his steel glare reflecting the flickering projections. Years of combat, political subterfuge, and black ops had hardened his nerves, but tonight, even he felt the weight of something ancient breathing down his neck.
"How deep does this go?" Ryken asked.
Mori took a deep breath and brought up another layer of files. Grainy footage, declassified wartime reports, eerie black-and-white images of grotesque experiments.
"Deeper than we ever imagined, sir. Nachtjäger wasn't just a research division. It was an entire occult branch of the Nazi war machine—fully sanctioned by their high command, led by radical occultists obsessed with daemon fusion."
Images of horrific hybrids filled the air: humanoid creatures with elongated skulls, jagged bones protruding from their spines, flesh melted into unnatural forms, crimson eyes burning with daemon energy. Their faces looked human—once—but now, they were something else.
Mori continued, voice breaking slightly."This was their endgame, sir. Their 'Final Solution' wasn't limited to human genocide. They intended to replace humanity itself… with these."
Gasps rippled through the war room.
"But… the war ended. These abominations were never used on the battlefield," one officer said in disbelief.
"That's where it gets worse." Mori's tone dipped."They were never destroyed. The entire facility was sealed... by one man."
Mori swiped the air. A single classified file appeared on screen.
[Redacted] — DNS's Father.
The entire room fell into a stunned silence.
Ryken's jaw tightened."It can't be…"
Mori nodded."Years before his disappearance, he led a secret multinational operation to stop Nachtjäger before the first army could awaken. But instead of eliminating everything... he sealed the facility permanently, locking its true horrors away."
"Why?!" Ryken barked.
Mori's hands trembled as he stared at the encrypted files."We don't know. All records stop here. The access permissions for the next level are locked under Alpha-Omega authority. We can't breach it."
"Alpha-Omega?" Ryken repeated. His voice hardened. "That's impossible."
"No, sir," Mori whispered. "That's... above every government. This is older than modern authority."
DNS's Private Lounge — Meanwhile
Far from the chaos, DNS sat calmly in his private lounge inside the Vajra Syndicate's sky fortress. The low hum of jazz floated through the air, mixing with the quiet clink of whiskey against crystal. The power flowing through his syndicate pulsed like a living machine — every division executing flawlessly under his watch.
The door slid open with a soft hiss. Neel swaggered in, wearing his usual mischievous grin, tablet in hand.
"Bro…" Neel started, eyes gleaming. "The DCB's losing their damn minds."
DNS raised an eyebrow lazily."I'm listening."
Neel tossed the tablet onto the table. Live encrypted feeds scrolled across the screen — snippets of DCB chatter, partially intercepted files, nervous intel agents discussing an ancient underground facility.
"They stumbled into something. Some long-forgotten Nazi daemon lab. Nachtjäger."
DNS froze for a moment. The name rang through him like a distant echo.
In his mind, fragments of old conversations with his father returned:
"There are doors in this world, son... some must never be opened."
DNS exhaled slowly. His golden eyes darkened.
"They're poking at something they can't control," he muttered.
Neel leaned in, lowering his voice.
"They've found creatures down there, brother. Real monsters. Hybrid horrors that shouldn't exist."
DNS locked eyes with Neel, the air between them tightening.
"Don't poke it yet. Keep listening. Stay in the shadows."
"Got it." Neel gave a half-smile. "But one day, bro, you know I'm gonna poke it."
Black Site Omega — The Descent
Deep beneath the European Alps, Black Site Omega opened for the first time in 72 years. The steel doors groaned as ancient hydraulic systems whined back to life.
The Code Black Task Force descended into forgotten darkness.
The air grew colder with every step. Crimson runes lit the walls — forbidden glyphs from ancient daemonology. The corridors twisted unnaturally, as though the very rock was warped by the horrors sealed inside.
Agent Mori's voice was dry as dust.
"This place was never meant to be found."
Finally, they reached the heart of the facility.
The chamber was massive, cavernous. Dozens of translucent incubation tanks lined the walls. Inside floated creatures half-human, half-daemon, suspended in eerie red fluid. Some were motionless, while others twitched as if disturbed by their visitors.
Mori swallowed."These aren't prototypes. These are… weapons."
The ground suddenly shook beneath them. A distant metallic rumble echoed like thunder in a tomb.
From the shadows, something stirred.
The Guardian Awakens
A massive figure stepped into view — towering over them, nearly ten meters tall. Its form fused steel, bone, and pulsating crimson energy. Horns spiraled like a corrupted god's crown; chains wrapped around its armor, rattling softly as it moved.
The Guardian.
Its voice did not echo through the chamber. Instead, it pierced directly into their minds like a blade.
"WHO DARES ENTER?"
The agents clutched their heads, some staggering under the weight of the psychic assault.
General Ryken stepped forward, summoning every ounce of courage.
"We are Directorate Command. This facility is under international seizure."
"ONLY THE KING MAY ENTER."
Ryken's heart raced."What king?"
"THE KING OF BLOOD. THE HEIR OF THE SEAL. NONE BUT HIM SHALL PASS."
The Guardian's eyes glowed brighter before returning to a dormant, statuesque position.
Ryken clenched his fist."Fall back."
DCB Nexus — The Panic Spreads
The situation spiraled out of control at the Nexus.
Every global map now displayed a single name flashing like a siren: ARJUN.
Agent Mori's hands shook as he compiled the data.
"This… this doesn't make sense," he whispered."We thought Arjun was underground… but..."
General Ryken finished his sentence grimly."He IS the underground."
As the holographic display zoomed out, the scale of Arjun's empire revealed itself: black markets, military contractors, experimental tech labs, assassination networks — a ghost empire spanning continents. Even the Vajra Syndicate looked small beside this monstrous web.
And then came the final wall.
ALPHA-OMEGA DATABASE
Access Denied — World Supreme Authority Only.
Mori stepped back in fear."This goes beyond global jurisdiction."
Ryken's voice was low, almost reverent."We're not fighting a man... we're standing against ancient design."
DNS's Private Call — The Bloodline Whisper
Hours later, DNS sat in his command room when his secure line lit up.
The caller ID: KYAN.
DNS answered instantly."The DCB found it."
Kyan's voice was cool as ice.
"Nachtjäger... it's real."
DNS's fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk."So it begins."
"They know about Arjun too," Kyan added. "They're scared. Very scared."
DNS closed his eyes.
"And my father's files?"
Kyan hesitated before answering."Still locked under Alpha-Omega."
A heavy silence fell between them. DNS's mind burned with unanswered questions.
His father.Arjun.The Guardian.The seal.
Why was I never told everything?
Flashback — The Forbidden Pact
(17 Years Ago)
Inside the ancient chamber, two men stood beneath the massive Guardian, who had just been sealed.
One was DNS's father — a man of unparalleled power and knowledge.
The other was Arjun — younger, but already the Phantom King.
"They will come for him one day," Arjun whispered.
DNS's father nodded solemnly."That's why you will raise him. Keep him hidden from the world... and from those who seek his bloodline."
Arjun's voice was cold."Even from him?"
"Yes. He cannot know... not yet."
The Guardian's runes pulsed behind them, as if sealing a covenant into history.
The Phantom Throne — Present Day
Beneath layers of earth, inside his obsidian citadel, Arjun sat on his throne.
Before him hovered dozens of live feeds — showing the DCB, DNS, and even rogue syndicates sniffing around the ancient secret.
The Guardian's words echoed through his mind:
"ONLY THE KING MAY ENTER."
Arjun exhaled deeply, swirling the black liquid in his glass."So… the pieces move."
Behind him, a giant sigil pulsed ominously on the wall: ALPHA-OMEGA.
Thunder cracked somewhere above.
"The seals are breaking. The bloodline will rise," Arjun whispered to himself.
His eyes gleamed like a god pulling strings behind veils of history.
"Come, DNS... claim what you were born for."