The wild chaos that once reigned in Dark Fang's gang froze the moment the soldiers of the Xaos Kingdom began marching into the underground stronghold. Men and women clad in sleek black armor, their faces emotionless, advanced with a precision that bordered on machine-like. The gangsters—thieves, murderers, and degenerates—stood stunned, their bravado drained by the sheer presence of this disciplined force.
There was something terrifying in the way these soldiers moved—synchronized, efficient, and utterly devoid of fear. Their eyes didn't dart in panic like those of the gang members. Instead, they radiated conviction, as though they had been forged by years of suffering, training, and unwavering belief in a cause far greater than themselves. It was a kind of strength that no bandit, no matter how cruel or violent, could replicate.
