Chapter 205: The Weight of a Nation (Part 3)

(Ethan's POV)

Chris set his glass down with deliberate ease, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.

"We're leaving. Prepare the needful."

I straightened. "Leaving?"

Chris nodded. "Nigeria served its purpose. It's time to move forward."

I studied him, searching for any trace of hesitation, but there was none. Chris never looked back. The country was in ruins—its government shattered, its economy collapsed, its military overwhelmed. And now, with Biafra's independence imminent, there was nothing left for him here.

"Where to?" I asked.

Chris turned toward the window, watching the dark Lagos skyline flicker with distant fires. "Moscow."

I exhaled slowly. Russia. A power move.

The last time Chris had faced President Volkov, he had sent in twenty armored soldiers to remind him of where true power lay. This time, I had no doubt that Volkov would be waiting for him with a game of his own.

"How soon?" I asked.

Chris's voice was calm, final. "Tonight."

I gave a sharp nod. "I'll handle it."

Without another word, I left the room. My mind raced as I activated my earpiece.

"Calloway, we're moving. Secure a flight to Moscow—no delays."

A pause. Then, "Understood, sir. I'll notify the team."

I ended the call and kept walking, my footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway.

Chris had done the impossible—he had taken Nigeria, broken it, and reshaped it in a matter of days. And now, he was walking away like a god leaving behind a creation no longer worth his time.

But Russia…

That was another battlefield entirely.