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They came in the dark.Five shadows slithered through the undergrowth just past the ancient stone ridge north of the Pyrenees stronghold—dressed in black, boots muffled, their accents foreign even in a whisper.One of them pointed toward a jagged outcrop where the trees thinned. “That’s it. The fortress is just over the ridge. No guards.”“No guards,” the second muttered. “Feels like a trap.”But they pressed forward anyway—silent, rehearsed. Trained killers sent by Valeria herself. She didn’t care if they survived. She only wanted information.They never made it to the ridge.In the trees behind them, a whisper passed. Then a click. A tiny blade sliced through air—one fell before the others even realized.Then another. And another.The fourth man was alive long enough to hear a voice—low, cold, amused.“Should’ve knocked first.”And then silence again.At the Fortress, the Next Morning…Vulture poured himself a cup of coffee and tossed a bloodied glove onto the table in the war room.
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