Chapter 554: The Fated Battle, The Owl Beheaded

The sky above the Apollyon Atoll bled a bruised, stormy purple. The island, a jagged tooth of volcanic rock rising from the churning black sea, was a fortress designed by nature and perfected by paranoia. This was the heart of the Night Owl Group, a place erased from every map, a ghost in the world's geography. Low-flying, matte-black helicopters sliced through the gale-force winds, their rotors beating a thunderous rhythm against the storm. They were silent specters, shielded by the most advanced...