The approaching helicopters began their landing sequences.
Arthur's enhanced hearing picked up radio chatter—tactical communications preparing for unknown contact.
They don't know what they're walking into.
Arthur's smile was sharp as winter steel as he prepared for the next phase of an increasingly complex situation.
The fish has shown itself...I would be damned if I don't catch it.
The military aircraft touched down on the street, their rotors gradually winding down as armed figures rappelled from the cargo holds.
There were six soldiers in their enhanced tactical gear, holding the same magical weapons that Arthur had spotted in the aircraft earlier.
Their leader emerged first—a tall man with sharp features and the kind of confident swagger that spoke of someone accustomed to immediate obedience.
Military arrogance. Classic.
The man was named Jax Jordan.
The man announced to his squad. "Remember the briefing. Unknown entities have been clearing demons in this sector."
