Lucian POV
Lucian stood in the room, watching the GIA operatives with a bored expression, hands still in his pockets.
“Why should I raise my hands?”
His voice was calm, almost amused.
“I’ve done nothing wrong.”
Meleonora, the General, and the purple-haired man all rolled their eyes in unison.
Bullshit.
This madman had just wiped an entire island off the map, and now he was claiming innocence?
—
The leader of the GIA squad didn’t blink.
“Lucian Kane, the Council will determine whether you are guilty or not. That is not our concern.
Now. Hands. Up.”
His voice was like steel unyielding, emotionless.
But Lucian only sighed.
“So boring.”
He tilted his head, studying the man in front of him.
“Here’s the thing don’t feed me that scripted nonsense, and maybe I’ll walk with you nicely.”
“But if you keep acting like this, I might start having problems with you.”
His golden eyes sharpened.
“And I don’t think the Council ordered you to lay a single hand on me.”
“In fact”
He smirked.
“I’m sure they told you not to touch even a strand of my hair.”
His fingers slipped further into his pockets.
“So let’s get one thing straight.”
“If you don’t show me respect you’ll be the ones raising your hands.”
—
The room fell silent.
The three operatives didn’t move, didn’t flinch.
But Lucian could feel the tension crackling in the air.
Finally, the leader gave a slight nod.
“Get out of the room.”
It wasn’t a request.
His voice was flat, but there was a shift in the air a reluctant acknowledgment.
The red laser dots disappeared from Lucian’s body.
Their guns were still aimed, but no longer threatening.
—
One of the operatives turned to the others.
“Move. Everyone except Lucian Kane out.”
The General and Meleonora were the first to comply, stepping toward the exit without protest.
The purple-haired man hesitated for a second, then bolted out as if his life depended on it.
Which, in a way, it probably did.
Even though GIA hadn’t specifically been ordered to take them in, standard protocol allowed them to detain extra people if deemed necessary.
And given the situation, they weren’t taking any chances.
—
Lucian stayed where he was, watching them with amusement.
He wasn’t afraid.
Not of GIA.
Not of the Council.
But there was one thing he wasn’t willing to risk.
His gaze flickered toward Rose, still unconscious on the hospital bed behind him.
The operatives had noticed her.
He saw one of them glancing at her, sharp eyes analyzing her state.
Lucian’s fingers twitched.
He knew exactly how these types of people worked.
If things went south, they wouldn’t hesitate to use innocents as leverage.
Lucian wasn’t going to let that happen.
—
“Now your turn, Lucian Kane.”
All three operatives turned their focus back on him.
Lucian let out a breath.
He wasn’t worried about himself.
But he needed to get these guys out of this room.
Without another word, he casually walked toward the door.
His hands stayed in his pockets.
His steps calm, unhurried.
But as he neared the exit
One of the operatives, the largest of the three, subtly shifted.
He blocked Lucian’s path.
—
Lucian slowed.
He met the agent’s gaze.
The man was standing too straight, too stiff it was a challenge.
Lucian smirked.
Oh?
—
Instead of tilting his body to pass, as the agent expected
Lucian didn’t move aside at all.
He walked straight through.
Thud.
The moment their shoulders collided, the operative staggered back.
Eyes widened just slightly.
The other two agents exchanged glances.
It was subtle.
A mere fraction of a second.
But Lucian saw it.
They had underestimated him.
—
Lucian didn’t react.
Didn’t stop.
Didn’t acknowledge what just happened.
He kept walking out the door, unfazed.
But behind him
The leader whispered something.
“He’s not normal.”
His voice was low, almost unheard.
“His posture. His stance. Even the way he moves… He’s undergone some kind of special training. High-level.”
The others nodded subtly.
But they didn’t say anything more.
They simply followed him out, locking the room behind them.
—
Inside the room, Rose remained motionless.
One of the operatives gave the hospital bed a final glance.
“He set something up.”
His voice was quiet.
“I don’t know what it is, but there’s high-tech surveillance and defensive measures in that room. Could be nano-drones. Could be sensor traps.”
“He prepared everything in advance.”
Another operative sighed.
“He didn’t walk out because he was afraid of us.”
“He walked out because of her.”
There was a pause.
And then
“Alert Team A. Prepare for any possible engagement.”
The three agents exchanged a final glance.
Then, without another word, they followed Lucian out.
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General, what is GIA?
Meleonora whispered, her voice barely audible as she walked beside the General, hands still raised.
The purple-haired man, trailing just behind them, subtly perked his ears eavesdropping.
Their surroundings had changed.
The entire hospital was empty.
Not a single patient, doctor, or nurse in sight.
It was as if they had all vanished before GIA had even made its move.
The efficiency was terrifying.
Now, as they walked through the dimly lit corridors, armed men stood at every corner their black uniforms blending into the shadows, assault rifles in hand, ready for anything.
This wasn’t an ordinary operation.
Meleonora swallowed hard, her voice hushed.
“General… this is insane. Who are these people?”
The General didn’t look at her.
His eyes remained forward, his voice low but steady.
“GIA stands for Global Intelligence Agency.”
“It’s one of the most secretive and powerful forces in the world.”
—
The purple-haired man tensed.
Meleonora furrowed her brows.
“Which country do they belong to?”
The General shook his head.
“None.”
She blinked.
“None?”
“GIA isn’t controlled by a single nation.”
His voice was barely above a whisper now.
“It’s an international force formed by the world’s leading nations.”
“A true multinational elite task force, deployed only in cases of the highest global priority.”
Meleonora felt a chill crawl down her spine.
The General continued, his tone even more grave.
“The only authority above them… is the Council.”
“A council run by the seven most powerful nations in the world… and one exception our Queen.”
“The combined will of the most influential leaders on the planet.”
“Even a presidential assassination can be authorized if the Council deems it necessary.”
“They are untouchable.”
—
A heavy silence fell over them.
Both Meleonora and the purple-haired man gulped.
This wasn’t just some country’s military force.
This was the world’s might.
What could possibly stop them?
And more importantly…
Why was Lucian Kane standing at the center of it?
—
Their hearts pounded as they were led toward the hospital’s exit.
Outside, under the eerie glow of streetlights, rows of black-armored soldiers stood waiting.
The full weight of GIA’s presence settled in.
The tension was unbearable.
And then
“Hey!”
The sharp voice of an officer cut through the air like a blade.
Meleonora flinched.
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“Don’t take your phone out.”
—
Lucian, who had just pulled out his phone, slowly turned his head toward the soldier who had spoken.
The room froze.
The General, Meleonora, and the purple-haired man all went stiff.
Their hands trembled slightly as they stared at Lucian
And at the phone in his hand.
—
A single, horrifying thought crossed their minds.
He’s not… launching another nuke, right?
Right?
—
The purple-haired man broke into a cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth.
“I swear… if this lunatic launches another nuke right in front of GIA…”
“I AM GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE EVEN IF I GOTTA RISK IT.”
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