The sky over Shanghai was unnaturally still as night fell, casting long shadows over the bustling city. The streets were alive with people going about their evening routines, unaware of the terror that was about to descend upon them. In the heart of the city, the towers of glass and steel glimmered under the streetlights, an illusion of safety that would soon be shattered.
Zhang Yiming stood on a rooftop, watching the city below. His lips curled into a satisfied smile, the demons at his back standing motionless, their pale faces emotionless as they awaited his command. The power he had gained from the Celestial Forge pulsed through him, intoxicating and absolute. He could feel the anticipation in the air, the moment before the storm.
"Let them see what true power looks like," Zhang Yiming muttered, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. He turned to the demons behind him, their hollow eyes gleaming with malevolent energy. "Begin the assault."
