The syndicate's siren.

etched with grim determination, pointed to a flickering image on a massive central display. "This is it, Boss. The anomaly." Dante leaned forward, his powerful frame cast

This wasn't just highly trained; this was unnatural. "And then... this." Angelo clicked a button. The image shifted to a feed from a rarely used alley cam. For a mere second, as the figure Zara was leaving the warehouse she had been to the alley, a glint, almost a sparkle, appeared on her arm, like a fragment of starlight caught in the grimy urban darkness. It was gone before anyone could properly register it. Dante's eyes widened. "Rewind that. Frame by frame." The technicians struggled, but they managed to isolate the single frame. It was blurry, distorted, but undeniable. A three-pronged leaf symbol, etched onto a piece of gleaming metal on her forearm. The same symbol from the anonymous dossier, the one identifying "The Ghost." A wave of cold certainty, mixed with something akin to dark excitement, washed over Dante. This was his phantom. This was the entity that had dared to infiltrate his space, challenge his control. And that symbol... he'd seen it before. Not recently, but in dusty, ancient texts hidden deep within his family's private archives, texts detailing their own hidden lineage and the shadowy magical factions that sometimes warred with them. "Get me everything on that symbol," Dante commanded, his voice now devoid of anger, replaced by a dangerous calm. "Every legend, every historical mention. I want to know who uses it, where they operate, and how deeply they're connected to this... Ghost." As the room buzzed with renewed activity, Dante dismissed the other technicians, leaving only Angelo, his most trusted confidant. He walked to the vast window overlooking the city, the millions of light