"Pier Nine, now!" Julian shouted to himself as he slammed the steering wheel of his Rolls-Royce.
The engine of the Phantom roared, slicing through the silence of the stormy night. On his wrist, the Sovereign’s Seal continued to vibrate, emitting a faint blue light that seemed to pulse in time with the overwhelming rage in his chest. His mind was flooded with the sound of Aurora’s sobbing and Richard Vance’s maniacal laughter.
The car’s tires screeched loudly as Julian entered the abandoned harbor area. He stopped the car right in front of an old warehouse marked with the number nine, its tin roof creaking in the strong wind. Julian stepped out, letting his expensive suit get soaked in an instant.
"I’m here, Vance! Come out, you coward!" Julian shouted.
The rusted warehouse door creaked
