Chapter 471: The Eve of the Storm in Seapolis

The scent of burnt rubber and gasoline hung heavy in the coastal air, a grim prelude to the city of Seapolis. On the highway, twisted metal sculptures that were once luxury vehicles blocked two lanes. Sirens wailed in the distance, their cry a slow response to a tragedy already concluded. Gordon York stood beside the wreckage of a multi-car pile-up, his expression as cold and impassive as the gray sea visible beyond the cliffs. He had been on his way to Seapolis, anticipating a confrontation,...