(God's POV)

Deafening explosions rang out along the northern defense line of Reynolds Manor.

Alexander Stone, clutching a scorching hot assault rifle, strode through the rubble and wreckage like an unstoppable god of war.

"Get the hell out of my way or die!" he roared at the Reynolds private army still offering stubborn resistance ahead. He pulled the trigger, his precise shots taking down two guards attempting to fire rocket launchers.

His eyes were bloodshot. There ...