The warehouse on the city’s eastern fringe looked like nothing more than a decaying husk-graffiti-smeared walls, sagging steel beams, and the faint stench of rust clinging to its bones.

However, it's the centre of a final move, a move that had taken many weeks to plan.

James Ferguson stepped into the shadows of the warehouse like a man ready to seize his empire.

His coat swirled behind him, his signature calm returned despite the firestorm Devian had ignited online just hours earlier. ...