Chapter 34
“The greatest deception is not a lie, but a truth that feels like a haunting.” — Unknown The world above the crater had become a symphony of high-velocity lead. The Inquisitors didn't use standard ammunition; they used rounds tipped with white phosphorus and silver, designed to incinerate supernatural flesh on contact. The air in the sub-basement hissed as bullets tore through the dust, sparking against the titanium pillars that held the weight of the dead estate. Cassius grabbed Chloe, his movements a blur of desperate violence, and hauled her back into the deepest recess of the cellar. He pinned her against the cold stone, using his massive frame to shield her from the shards of glass and lead raining down from the jagged mouth of the tomb. "Cassius!" Chloe shrieked over the roar
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