The SUV caravan rolled up the winding driveway to what used to be the Sawyer compound, and holy s**t, calling it a disaster zone would be the understatement of the century. Picture the lovechild of a category five hurricane and a zombie apocalypse, then throw in some eldritch horror vibes for funsies—that's what greeted them as they crested the final hill.
"Well, that's just fantastic," Daisy muttered, forehead pressed against the window like a kid passing a particularly gruesome car accident. "Nothing says 'welcome home' like smoldering rubble and corpse confetti."
Christian sat beside her, frost patterns swirling beneath his feet in what she was starting to recognize as his "calculating massive property damage" formation. "The main house structure is intact. The wards held."
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