The assistant shot a nervous look at Miguel and then hissed into the phone, “You will obey Mr. Griffiths’ orders without question! Stop asking why and just do it!”

“Understood!” came the immediate reply.

After hanging up, the assistant glanced at Miguel.

“I’ll go supervise personally to make sure there are no mistakes.”

Miguel gave a slight, expressionless nod.

“Go ahead. After the chips and viruses are destroyed, shut down all the bases.”

The assistant went rigid. Shutting down the bases? Was Miguel giving up his dream of control? Despite his shock, he did not ask. He turned and left the room at once.

Once the assistant left, Miguel summoned the leaders of every division under the Evernight Alliance. He delivered a final, staggering decree.

“The Evernight Alliance is disbanded.”

Chaos erupted as everyone scrambled to demand an explanation.

“No particular reason,” Miguel said coolly, his voice calm but cutting.

“The Evernight Alliance was born through me, and it will end by my hand. It’s disbanded.”

The room filled with uneasy murmurs. No one wanted to believe what they’d just heard. Faces turned toward one another, searching for answers that weren’t there. Once, many of them had despised Miguel for forcing them into his ranks. But under his iron rule, their strength had grown, and their reach had spread across Delta like wildfire. Over time, resentment had given way to loyalty. They had come to trust him—to follow him anywhere. But now, without warning, he was throwing it all away.

“Mr. Griffiths…” one of them began, but Miguel’s sharp wave cut him off.

Miguel barked, “I said it’s disbanded! If you want to claim your own land, do it. If you wish to stay together, pick a new leader. But as of today, the Evernight Alliance is no more. I’m done with all of you.”

He flicked his hand once more, a gesture of final dismissal.

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“Now, get out.”

The group’s loyalty had always been to the man, not the banner. Without Miguel, there was no unity—only ambition and greed waiting to tear them apart. Any attempt at rebuilding would crumble into infighting before it began. They were a force only when united by Miguel’s will. Yet, realizing Miguel’s mind was set, they fell silent. One by one, they stood and walked out, leaving the room hollow and still.

Just like that, the Evernight Alliance—once the shadow that ruled Delta—vanished into memory. Its members scattered like ashes in the wind, never to gather again.

When the last echo of footsteps faded, Miguel sat alone in the empty hall. A moment later, his assistant stepped in quietly.

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