CHAP 71:{The Dark room: The mistress of death}

{Mac Allister }

{Twenty minutes earlier}

I parked my G-Wagon in the designated spot at the Babylon Tower. The full moon illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. Its radiant light seemed to bless this pivotal moment, as if bearing witness to the events that were about to unfold.

Approaching the entrance of the hall, a man stationed there acknowledged my presence with a respectful nod.

"The great Allister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awe. I acknowledged his greeting with a brief nod of my own, maintaining an air of confidence and authority.

Reaching into the depths of my pocket, I retrieved a golden coin, a symbol of my status and power within the underworld. With a deft flick of my wrist,

I tossed the coin into the waiting bucket suspended by a chain, signifying my acceptance and participation in the proceedings.

The hall was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, creating an ambience that seemed both ominous and captivating. The air crackled wit