The geopolitical situation in the Middle East was still far from stable. Explosions, armed conflicts, and the political maneuvers of major powers continued without pause. Yet at the very least, the heart of the chaos had subsided. The mastermind funding the rebellion had been dragged from the shadows. For now, the world could exhale—if only for a moment.
At the Ares Sparta headquarters in Athens, Greece… the atmosphere was different. The steel-and-glass building stood like a hybrid between a military fortress and a corporate tower. In the upper floor, overlooking the classical city with the Parthenon visible in the distance, a woman with long black hair was packing her things.
Kaori. The figure many had come to call the goddess of war.
She neatly tucked a few simple essentials into her black military duffel. A gray tank top clung to her lean, toned frame, and around her neck hung two dog tags. One was hers, the other belonged to her missing brother, Fujisawa Naru.
