The collapse of the Order's Dubai financial hub was a major victory, but Jhon knew better than to celebrate. Like a hydra, cutting off one head often meant two more would grow in its place. As the first rays of dawn pierced the city's haze, the stakes became even clearer—this was a war of attrition, one that would test his endurance and resolve to their limits.
Jhon sat in the war room, surrounded by holographic projections of global networks, financial flowcharts, and detailed dossiers on the Obsidian Order's key figures. Marcus and Sophia flanked him, their expressions as grim as his.
"Dubai was their cash cow," Marcus said, breaking the silence. "But it's also a smokescreen. We cut them off financially, but what's next? They'll retaliate."
Sophia, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her keyboard, added, "They already are. Satellite data shows unusual activity around their South American operations. It's like they're regrouping, shifting resources."
