The room grew colder with every passing second. The flickering lights cast erratic shadows, amplifying the oppressive silence that seemed to pulse in time with Damien’s heart. He stood with Elena, back to back, eyes scanning the cloaked figures surrounding them, every sense heightened, every muscle tense, ready to spring into action.
Victor’s words still echoed in the air. You’re too late. The game is over. But Damien couldn’t allow that to be true. He couldn’t let it end like this. Not after everything they had fought for.
Victor took a few slow steps toward them, his every movement deliberate, savoring the moment. The smirk on his face had become something more sinister, a cruel reminder of the bitterness and ambition that had driven him all these years.
“You thought you had everythin
