Location: Vale Estate – Private Tactical Hall, 4:47 AM
The room was silent—lit only by the glow of digital maps and system screens. Damon stood before a floating interface, dressed in black, his eyes fixed on a live economic feed pulsing with red, gold, and green.
Behind him, his children and inner circle waited.
His wives. His sons. His daughters. Rico. Zeke.
All eyes on him.
Scene: The Order Is Given
Damon turned slowly, gaze steady, voice firm:
"The world knows me. Not you."
"That's your advantage. Use it."
"You're going back to school. All of you."
There were protests, of course.
Caelan: "What if they strike again?"
Liora: "What if you need us?"
Zeke: "You're not fighting alone."
But Damon simply smiled—cold and confident.
"This isn't a battlefield. It's a chessboard."
"And I am the storm that floods both."
"Let them chase my name while you live freely."
"If they touch you again, the next thing they'll see is hell."
He stepped forward, placing a hand on Caelan's shoulder.
"You trust me?"
Caelan: "…Always."
Scene: The System Awakens
Damon turned back to the terminal.
"System: activate full sovereign protocol."
A chime echoed.
[CHECK-IN SYSTEM ACTIVATED – PHANTOM MODE]
Total Net Worth: $18.6 Trillion
Assets Controlled: 417 Corporations | 29 Nations Influenced
Black Market Leverage: 96.4% (Global)
Rebate Engine: x5 Multiplier Active
Supernatural Holdings: 3 Vampire Banks | 5 Werewolf Territories | 2 Shadow Markets
"Show me Order-linked financial entities."
A list unfolded—hidden companies, offshore accounts, crypto chains, blood trade markets, dark biotech labs.
Damon's fingers hovered above the holographic keyboard.
"Let's begin."
Scene: The First Storm Hits
He moved like a god of algorithms and fury.
One button press, and two of the Order's shell companies collapsed.
Another, and a vampire-controlled bloodbank was rerouted into Vale control.
Their stocks plummeted. Their accounts froze. Their allies went silent.
All while the world thought Phantom was just making speeches.
Final Scene: Departure and Focus
Outside, his family loaded into sleek vehicles bound for Avalon Academy.
They looked back just once.
Damon stood alone in the doorway of the estate.
A shadow.
A king.
A storm given flesh.
Damon (to himself): "Let them try to run."
"They have no idea what's coming."