Chapter 37: The Hidden Will
****Dante’s POV****
The flames still clung to my skin.
Not literal fire, but the searing imprint of Ezio’s last words, the final gasp of a man who had puppeteered death like a maestro. His death should have been the end. Instead, it was the ignition. And the war was far from over.
We returned to Florence, our safehouse nestled behind cathedral stone and shadowed alleyways. Every step toward the familiar brought unease, as if the ghosts we’d tried to bury had clawed their way back from the ruins of France.
It wasn’t peace we came home to—it was silence. And silence, in our world, was the loudest warning.
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The VESUVIUS drive sat on the table between us.
Encrypted.
Isabelle’s fingers danced over the keyboard as Nico monitored the backdoor channels. Ever
