January 13, 2026 — 4:15 PM
MOA Complex — South Sector, Seaside Boulevard
The sun was just beginning to dip into the horizon, casting soft golds and ambers over the seawall as the breeze carried the briny scent of the bay into the heart of the MOA Complex. The lights of the amusement park flickered to life one by one—an echo of a world that used to be, a reminder that despite the apocalypse, there were still places left to smile.
Thomas Estaris stood at the edge of the boardwalk, his hands tucked into the pockets of his long Overwatch jacket. He wasn't wearing his usual armor or command gear today—just a black shirt, slacks, and his signature wrist console. A quiet look sat on his face. For once, the complex didn't need his orders. The Bloom nests were cleared, the West Philippine Sea patrolled, and Metro Manila secure—for now.
He exhaled slowly, watching as the Ferris wheel lit up in hues of violet and blue.
Then he heard the soft steps behind him.
