The bodies are buried. The greed is not. And those left alive keep feeding the war. Chris cleans the messes nobody else would touch. Joseph protects what is his and leaves ash no one can trace. Across borders, coastlines, and cities, the blood becomes cargo. The men become its vessels. In the shadows of Istanbul, Enoos walked away from inherited wealth in search of freedom. Instead, he found confinement and a guilt heavier than a prison sentence.
On the front lines, Marisha has abandoned protocol. The man she trusted more than blood is dead, and grief has stripped away everything except instinct. From the choke points of Lebanon to the violent waves off Cyprus, she is no longer searching for justice. She is hunting for closure. Beside her stands Voltás. Unleashed. Untouchable. A weapon built for a war that has outgrown nations, alliances, and the rules meant to contain it.
Above the chaos, unseen hands continue to tighten the web. Old loyalties resurface like scars. Former lovers become enemies. Every choice leaves a trail. And every silence has consequences. Because this was never about who was right. It is about the price of silence when the world is already burning.
The bodies are buried. The greed is not. And those left alive keep feeding the war. Chris cleans the messes nobody else would touch. Joseph protects what is his and leaves ash no one can trace. Across borders, coastlines, and cities, the blood becomes cargo. The men become its vessels. In the shadows of Istanbul, Enoos walked away from inherited wealth in search of freedom. Instead, he found confinement and a guilt heavier than a prison sentence.
On the front lines, Marisha has abandoned protocol. The man she trusted more than blood is dead, and grief has stripped away everything except instinct. From the choke points of Lebanon to the violent waves off Cyprus, she is no longer searching for justice. She is hunting for closure. Beside her stands Voltás. Unleashed. Untouchable. A weapon built for a war that has outgrown nations, alliances, and the rules meant to contain it.
Above the chaos, unseen hands continue to tighten the web. Old loyalties resurface like scars. Former lovers become enemies. Every choice leaves a trail. And every silence has consequences. Because this was never about who was right. It is about the price of silence when the world is already burning.
