Thirty days.
That was all the time left before the child's birth… and the rise or fall of all existence.
The world remained oblivious.
But beneath the surface, the currents of fate had already begun to shift.
Danny knew he couldn't face what was coming alone.
If the True Master of Fate awakened, no single man could stop it.
But perhaps… a few who had once stood against destiny might still remain.
The last survivors of the Ancient Resistance.
That night, under the blood-red moon, Danny ventured into the oldest parts of the city—forgotten tunnels beneath the ground, ruins of a time when humanity still believed it could control its own fate.
Through damp corridors lined with faded symbols and broken chains, he searched.
At the end of a crumbling stone passage, lit only by the faint glow of flickering torches, he found them.
The Last Resistance.
Seven figures stood in a perfect circle, their faces hidden behind tattered hoods, their bodies scarred from a thousand battles fought not in the open, but within the shadows of reality itself.
They turned toward him as he stepped into the light.
An elderly woman with eyes of molten silver spoke first.
"Danny Wong. The Final Debt-Bearer."
Her voice carried both sorrow and grim recognition.
"You've come to ask us for help in a war we all know cannot be won."
Danny stood tall, his fists clenched.
"I'm not asking you to win it for me. I'm asking you to stand with me… even if it's the last thing we do."
A long silence filled the air.
Then, slowly, one by one, the seven figures removed their hoods.
Danny gasped.
They weren't just survivors…
They were the legendary names etched in the hidden history of rebellion:
Gideon Blackthorn – The man who once shattered the Eastern Contract Chains.
Aria Voss – The witch who turned her own curse into a weapon against the Exchange.
Reed Langley – The last known warrior to survive a direct fight with the Architect's enforcer.
And others whose legends had become myths.
Aria stepped forward, her eyes sharp despite her age.
"If we fight… we fight knowing we may never return. That this world may crumble with us."
Danny looked back toward the surface, where Claire and their unborn child waited.
He turned back to the Resistance, his voice unwavering.
"Then let's make sure we fall knowing we did everything we could to break those chains. Even if it kills us all."
The seven nodded.
The decision was made.
For the next thirty days, they would prepare.
**The Final War wasn't coming.
It had already begun.**
🎬 [End of Chapter 23 – The Final Stand Approaches]
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