Returning to the city felt like diving into an old wound that still festered.
Every building, every street echoed with what we had lived through—
with what we had lost.
But this time, it wasn’t just the city.
It was him.
Nox.
His warning had followed me like a shadow since he left my body:
We traveled to the old warehouse.
The twins walked beside me—tense, silent, their senses sharpened, catching every movement.
Behind us, the rest of the group: Sage, Zack, Tony.
We stopped in front of the rusted gate that fenced the building.
The iron doors were slightly open, as if someone—or something—had been expecting us.
And then I saw them.
The crows.
Hundreds.
Maybe more.
Covering the roof, the beams, the nearby trees.
Birds with feathers black as midnight, eyes glowing like smolde
