Chapter 47 – Dante’s Return
****Dante's POV****
The cold reek of rot and dampness filled Dante’s lungs as he crawled through the final stretch of the sewer tunnel beneath Luca’s compound. His knuckles bled from scraping against jagged concrete. His boots sloshed through foul water. And still—he moved forward.
There was only one thing on his mind: Isabelle.
Not the pain, not the darkness. Only her.
He emerged from the tunnel into a forgotten sub-chamber beneath the estate. Moonlight filtered through rusted grates above, barely lighting the room. A wall of mold-crusted bricks loomed before him, but he knew where it gave way.
Click.
He loaded his pistol. Checked the rounds. Three backups strapped to his thigh. Two blades. One purpose.
His jaw clenched as he forced open the rusted main
