The Heavenly Demon of Terror

[Samuel's POV]

The air was thick with an unnatural stillness as I stepped through the ruined cityscape. Ancient buildings, their structures barely holding together, lined the streets. The sky overhead was dim, blanketed by a strange mist that pulsed like it was breathing.

"This place is... wrong," I muttered, adjusting my coat as my boots crunched against the cracked pavement.

The New World.

Or at least, one part of it.

Ever since Henry took the Celestial path, I had chosen to investigate from a different angle. The System's quests had led me here—a city abandoned by time but still filled with whispers of something lurking beneath.

I tapped my communication crystal.

"Sam to command, you reading me?"

Silence.

Then—static.

Followed by a faint voice.