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A City in Chains
The city no longer belonged to its people. The Phantom Syndicate owned it now.
There was no law—only fear.
No police, no government, no resistance strong enough to stand against the relentless force that had taken over.
The once-thriving streets now lay in eerie silence, patrolled only by Phantom Syndicate enforcers, mercilessly hunting for any who dared to resist.
And high above it all, standing at the pinnacle of the Syndicate's command tower—
Minh watched.
His golden eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the cityscape below.
At his side, Cetz leaned lazily against the railing, a smug smirk playing at his lips.
"They're not making a move," Cetz mused, his voice carrying a tone of amusement.
Minh's gaze didn't waver.
"They're training."
A soft chuckle escaped Cetz's throat.
"Of course they are. Akira and his little team wouldn't just run. They'll try to strike back."
Minh finally turned away from the view, his expression unreadable.
"Then let's make sure they have no one left to come back to."
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The Phantom Raid Begins
Target 1: The Underground Safe Zones
Boom!
A deafening explosion ripped through the tunnels beneath the city, shaking the ground with immense force.
Dust and debris filled the air as Phantom Syndicate operatives flooded the underground safe zones, their deadly precision cutting through the remaining resistance forces like a blade through paper.
Leading the charge was Ryo "Bloodhound" Asakura.
His Stand, No Mercy, glowed with a faint red hue, pulsing with every movement.
Every target he marked was as good as dead.
In the chaos, a desperate voice cried out—
Aiko, one of the last resistance leaders, stood her ground.
Her Stand, Silver Chain, lashed out like a whip, aiming for Ryo's throat.
A flicker of movement.
Ryo was already behind her.
Before she could react, his blade sliced across her abdomen.
A choked gasp.
Blood spilled.
She staggered, her hands trembling as she clutched her wound.
She fell.
Ryo didn't even bother looking back.
"Next."
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Target 2: The Resistance Broadcast Station
The last hope of communication—the final radio station still broadcasting messages of defiance—was next.
The air was still.
Until—
A single snap of fingers.
Fire erupted, engulfing the station in an instant.
Ayaka Fujiwara stood amidst the inferno, her eyes reflecting the raging flames.
Her Stand, Hellfire Waltz, allowed her to ignite the very air itself.
The broadcasters inside barely had time to scream before the building collapsed in a blazing inferno.
Smoke rose into the night sky.
The last voice of the resistance had been silenced.
Ayaka turned away, her expression unreadable.
"One step closer."
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Target 3: The Hidden Refuge
Deep in the ruins of an abandoned district, a small group of resistance members had taken shelter, believing themselves hidden.
They were wrong.
The shadows shifted.
A ripple in reality—
And then, darkness consumed the floor beneath them.
Takashi "Void" Nakamura stepped out of the abyss, a cold smirk on his face.
His Stand, Abyss Waltz, created pockets of void—bottomless pits of nothingness.
The floor beneath the resistance members vanished into the black void.
Screams echoed as they were sucked into the abyss.
Gone.
Takashi's smirk widened.
"Pathetic."
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Target 4: The Public Execution
In the city square, a public execution was about to begin.
Captured resistance leaders knelt on a raised platform, their bodies battered, their spirits nearly broken.
The largest screen in the city flickered to life—
Minh's golden eyes stared down at the people.
"To the citizens—your struggle is over."
The camera panned to the captives.
Among them—
Nao Mizushima.
Akira's friend. His ally.
Bound and kneeling, a blade pressed against her throat.
Cetz stepped into frame, grinning.
"Oh, and Akira?"
He grabbed Nao's hair, forcing her to look at the camera.
"Come save her. If you can."
The screen cut to black.
The message was clear.
This was a trap.
And yet—
Akira slammed his fist into the table.
"We're going after them. Now."
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The Phantom Specter Awakens
Far away, deep in the ruins of the city—
Something moved.
Something unstoppable.
Something that could not die.
Masaru "The Revenant" Okabe opened his eyes.
His Stand, Endless Requiem, granted him limitless regeneration.
No wound was fatal.
No injury permanent.
He had been waiting for a challenge.
And now—
Akira and his team were coming.
Okabe cracked his knuckles, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Let's see if they can make me bleed."
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