The echo of Viktor’s voice reverberated through the basement, each syllable like a warning from the abyss. The sound lingered in the oppressive silence, clawing at the edges of Elena’s mind. She could feel the tension in the air—thick, suffocating. Viktor’s presence was palpable, and the shadows in the basement seemed to stretch longer, creeping toward them like they were part of something far bigger than themselves.
Elena’s grip on Damien’s hand tightened. The cold sweat on her palms was the only thing that told her she was still human, still vulnerable in the face of something monstrous. Whatever Viktor was planning, it wasn’t just about power anymore. It was about destruction—obliterating everything they had worked so hard to build. This wasn’t just a game. This was war.
Damien stood
