Operation Sovereign Vow
Location: Hidden War Council Bunker, Tavara
The council chamber deep beneath Fortress Skye buzzed with urgency. A holographic globe hovered in the center, displaying red zones marked with the insignia of the Dominion—a fractured alliance that once swore loyalty to the Kane bloodline but now answered only to greed and hidden masters.
Damien stood at the head of the war table, flanked by Nora, Raven—her left arm now bandaged—and General Hector Caine, a grizzled war veteran who had once opposed Damien's father in battle.
"This is no longer a political siege," Damien began, his voice echoing through the chamber. "This is war. Controlled. Calculated. Clean."
A soft murmur spread among the council. It wasn't fear—it was agreement.
He tapped a coded sequence into the board. Ten strategic targets lit up in red.
"Tonight, we launch Operation Sovereign Vow. One hit squad per region. No civilian casualties. We reclaim what was stolen—industries, lands, and most importantly… the truth."
Raven nodded, hiding the pain in her shoulder. "I'll lead the strike on the Valorian Hub."
"I'm taking the Arctic Control Node," said Nora, stepping forward.
The others volunteered in swift succession. Only Damien remained silent.
Hector turned to him. "And you, Sovereign?"
Damien met every eye in the room. "I'm going to burn the Black Citadel."
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Location: Black Citadel, Eastern Border of Tavara
The Black Citadel had once been a fortress of enlightenment, but now it pulsed with corrupted energy—headquarters to the Dominion's inner circle. Its defenses were layered with experimental tech, AI sentinels, and psychic wards.
Damien descended from a stealth craft in full blackout gear. No insignia. No tech-enhanced armor. Just the Blade of Memory strapped to his back and a pulse disruptor in hand.
The Citadel recognized him instantly.
ALERT: Sovereign signature detected. Lethal protocols activated.
Dozens of auto-cannons emerged from the ramparts, but Damien was already moving. He leapt through shadow, slicing through turrets like a ghost of war.
Inside, the walls shifted, turning into mirrors of his worst memories. The AI thought it could slow him down.
But he had walked through fire far worse.
The blade shimmered with the glow of his lineage. Every slice through a drone or wall seemed to purge more of the Citadel's corruption.
Until he reached the inner sanctum.
There, seated on a throne of iron and forgotten codes, was Lucien Vale—former Kane family councilor, now the Dominion's defacto leader.
"Damien. At last," Lucien said, rising with slow confidence. "Here to reclaim your father's mistakes?"
"No," Damien replied coldly. "I'm here to end yours."
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Location: Skye Bunker – Simultaneously
As the council watched the progress of all squads, a rogue signal pierced their system.
General Hector frowned. "That's not one of ours."
Suddenly, the floor vibrated. Explosions echoed from the outer perimeter.
Sabotage.
From behind the tech panels emerged infiltrators cloaked in Dominion garb. One lunged toward Raven—but Nora intercepted mid-air, her blade clashing against cybernetically enhanced claws.
"It was a trap!" Raven hissed, pressing a bleeding wound.
"Then we turn it into their funeral," Nora growled, eyes flashing.
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Location: Black Citadel – Sanctum Duel
Lucien Vale was fast. Too fast.
He wielded a stolen relic—a whipblade known as Serpent's Fang, and every strike Damien dodged left scars on the stone walls behind him.
"You should've accepted your place, Damien," Lucien snarled. "You could've ruled beside me."
"I'm not interested in ruling. I'm interested in justice."
With a sudden movement, Damien activated the Blade of Memory. Light erupted, and for a second, Lucien hesitated.
It was enough.
Damien slashed diagonally, shattering the whipblade and cutting across Lucien's chest. The villain staggered, eyes wide.
"You… don't know what you've awakened," Lucien coughed, collapsing.
Damien looked down, blood dripping from the blade. "Then let the world find out."