The attack on Jhon's operations was a calculated blow, designed to unsettle his empire and force him into a defensive position. But as his inner circle convened in the secured underground base, one thing became clear: the Obsidian Shadow had underestimated their resolve.
Jhon stood at the center of the room, his presence commanding. Around him, a projection displayed the aftermath of the coordinated strike. Red markers highlighted compromised assets—several warehouses burned, key personnel injured, and a confidential shipping route exposed. Despite these setbacks, Jhon's composure was unshaken.
"This wasn't just a move against us," Marcus began, breaking the silence. "It's a declaration of war. The Shadow is pushing us into a corner to test how we'll respond."
Eleanor leaned against the far wall, her expression icy. "And if we falter, they'll exploit every crack in our armor."
