Storm Besieges the City, the White Doves Mobilize, and Arima Kishou Blocks Anteiku's Door!

Cold rain lashed the streets. Sheets of mist spread and rose through the dark streets of Ward 20. Thick black clouds pressed down over the city. Thunder rolled.

A low rumble echoed across the distant sky. Chilly spring rain soaked the signs of the shuttered shops on either side of the street.

Neon signs cast a faint glow, mottling the puddles below with reflected light. Ward 20's once-bustling, peaceful shopping district was deserted.

Through the cold, violent downpour came a dense thunder of heavy footsteps. It drew closer from the depths of the night. Splash. Splash. Splash.

Heavy combat boots crushed through muddy puddles, sending filthy water flying. A thousand elite White Dove investigators in white raincoats advanced.

Carrying metal Quinque cases, they splashed in from every side of the street in combat formation, their expressions cold.

Their shoes struck the wet pavement with a sharp rhythm, their killing intent unmistakable. In moments, these thousand White Doves dispatched from CCG headquarters

had surrounded Anteiku with practiced precision, three ranks deep on every side. They blocked every possible opening with their own bodies.

Their Quinque cases gleamed coldly beneath the dim, swaying streetlights. Every investigator stared at the café's closed wooden door.

Hatred and grim resolve filled their eyes. They had no idea what kind of supreme divinity, standing above the universe, awaited them

inside that seemingly ordinary, quiet café. ... At the same time, heavy engines roared from both ends of the street. Dozens of armored military riot vehicles plowed through the puddles, brakes screeching.

They rumbled onto the battlefield and stopped across the intersections, sealing every escape route behind a wall of steel. Their massive tires churned through the mud as thick black exhaust poured out. On their roofs,

huge searchlights snapped on together. Harsh white beams tore through