For a moment, the storm screamed like it wanted to tear the world apart. Rain pounded the villa gates, bouncing off armor, soaking weapons, and slicing across asphalt like tiny knives.
From my vantage point above the chaos, I could see the security guards exchanging nervous glances. Their fear was palpable—but so was their loyalty.
“Captain Gabriel… what should we do?” one of them called, voice trembling yet respectful.
“Sir, please give the order!” another shouted.
“We’re waiting, Captain!”
Dozens of anxious eyes locked on him—trusting, desperate, and on the edge of panic.
Gabriel swallowed, shoulders stiff, jaw tight. He scanned the approaching Wild Warriors, then looked back at his soaked, shivering men. Duty and fear were warring in their eyes, but they stood firm.
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