Chapter 403: Purgatory's Fire and the Dawn of Light

The whisper of “The hunt begins” was not a signal; it was a sentence. The moment the words left Ares’ lips, the border camp transformed from a fortified position into a slaughterhouse. Darkness swallowed the perimeter lights in a series of synchronized, near-silent pops. The Star Warriors, ghosts armed with state-of-the-art weaponry, moved with a terrifying unity, their silenced rifles spitting subsonic death. Guards on watchtowers slumped over without a sound, their dying gurgles lost...