The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the grand city of Arohold. The once bustling streets now lay eerily silent, save for the murmurs of anxious townsfolk gathered in the central square. The news of the attack on Ryan, the revered apostle of Avtis, had spread like wildfire, igniting fear and fury among the citizens. They had come in droves, their faces etched with reverence for Ryan and unbridled rage towards the heretic, Kane.
Ryan stood at the centre of the square, his imposing figure silhouetted against the fading light. His bionic eyes scanned the crowd. He raised a hand, and silence fell like a shroud over the assembly.
