Lahat ng Kabanata ng Deep Down Your Black Heart: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Argent’s eyes narrowed, suspicion darkening her tone. “It’s a yes or a no.”“Let’s do the raid tomorrow instead,” Hound countered firmly. “I told my baron tonight, and I happen to be a woman of my word.”“We can’t do it tonight. This is the reason you want to work with me—because I see things you can’t. Trust me on this,” Hound insisted, his voice calm but resolute.Argent’s frustration boiled over. “What did you see in there? Every last detail.”Hound sighed and explained everything he had seen, leaving no vision unspoken, every detail meticulously recounted.“I’ll update my baron and we’ll continue from there,” Argent decided, turning on her heel to leave.“No, you won’t,” Hound said sharply, steadying himself as he stepped closer.Argent froze mid-step, disbelief etched across her face. “What are you saying? That we change plans and leave him out of the loop?”“I’m telling you to follow the script. Just as I saw it,” Hound replied firmly, his ton

The night crawled painfully into dawn, stretching each moment into an eternity. The soldiers, weary and disillusioned, began to vacate their posts one by one. Their vigilance waned under the weight of exhaustion, their eyes drooping with the false assurance that nothing would happen. River’s silence was deafening, like a mother whispering to a deaf child—calm, quiet, but ultimately fruitless.Inside the Dawson mansion, slumber claimed its inhabitants. Emily had fallen asleep on the couch, her face etched with the fatigue of restless thoughts. Mavis lay beside her on a makeshift mattress, her body curled protectively against hers. In the master bedroom, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson clung to their own fragile sense of peace, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing beyond their walls.Four contracted guards lingered outside the mansion's front entrance, their postures slackened from a night spent on high alert. The sleek copper armor they wore shimmered faintly in the dim light of dawn, the matte

The drizzle of rain added to the solemn atmosphere, soaking those who had gathered for Erlin’s funeral on the quiet afternoon. The gray skies wept alongside his three daughters, who clung to one another, their tears indistinguishable from the rain. Soldiers stood in formation, fists pressed to their hearts, their faces streaked with anguish they didn’t bother to hide. Daryl lingered at the edge of the ceremony, hands shoved into his coat pockets, his bionic arms a constant reminder of the price of failure. Beside him, his wife looped her arm through his, grounding him in a reality he wanted desperately to escape.“Erlin was a good man,” Bleak began, his voice steady despite the crackling in his throat. “To his family, to his friends, to his soldiers, and to this country. Let us not cry because he is not with us anymore. Let us be grateful because he lived.”“He shall forever remain in our hearts,” the crowd echoed in unison, their voices trembling.As the soldiers stood in a quiet sal

The tension in the interrogation room was palpable, the dim light casting shadows over Commander Bleak’s stern expression. “You owe him no allegiance, Emily,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence. “To my knowledge, he even defiled you.”The words hung heavy in the air, echoing in the isolated dark room, empty except for two chairs and the metallic table that separated them. Emily’s gaze drifted past the commander, landing on the one-way mirror behind him. Her disappointment was evident as she spoke, her voice laced with bitterness. “Unfuckingbelievable! And I thought I could trust you.”Behind the mirror, Daryl stood silently, his face a mixture of shame and regret as he absorbed her words.Bleak’s voice was steady as he pressed on. “What happened? Every detail, please.”“I already told you everything. What more do you want to—”“Tell me again,” Bleak interrupted, his tone polite but unyielding.Emily exhaled sharply, her frustration mounting. “He kidnapped me with hi

The name Evee sparked fear in every man’s heart. It had been a week since River soldiers stepped foot in Rivermirror. While most were able to migrate from the infected area, tens of thousands of River citizens were absorbed into the aftermath. Their houses burned, their families burned, joining the infernal. It spread like a virus until it annihilated a quarter of River.However, the city made a speedy recovery, restoring a makeshift balance. Despite the recovery, a lingering unease hung in the air like smoke that refused to dissipate.“They’re always a step ahead… almost like they survey us. What am I missing?” Bleak muttered, jotting on his whiteboard. The squeaks of the marker echoed through the dimly lit, isolated room. His gaze drifted over the scattered notes, connecting fragments of information like pieces of a puzzle. “What are you thinking, Emily? Leaving River will only complicate your sentence.”Bleak paused, his brow furrowed, as he connected the misplaced points. He recal