Threads of Power in Fantom City
Back in Fantom City, Lane was already halfway through the long list Victor had given her.
Night had long fallen over the city, and the lamps of the underworld districts flickered like scattered fireflies across dark streets. Most people never realized how much power shifted in the shadows after sunset.
But tonight, those shadows were moving according to Victor's will.
Lane had spent the past hours moving from one corner of the city to another with ruthless efficiency.
Anyone who opposed Victor's rule within Fantom City's underworld had already been dealt with.
Quietly.
Permanently.
There were no loud confrontations. No chaotic battles in public streets.
Just sudden disappearances.
Closed doors.
And whispers spreading through the criminal networks that a new authority had taken control.
Lane had also eliminated every dealer who continued selling illegal drugs after Victor had forbidden it.
She did not argue.
She did not warn them twice.
