CHAPTER 92 — THE HUNT BEGINSThe air in the abandoned warehouse reeked of oil, blood, and old metal. Rain pounded against the broken windows, like the world itself was warning them. Riven crouched behind a stack of crates, eyes scanning the shadows, his hands tight around the grip of his pistol. Luca sat nearby, breathing heavy, his mark pulsing faintly through the darkness.“We can’t stay here long,” Riven muttered. “They’ll find us.”“They already know,” Luca whispered, voice barely audible over the storm. “The darkness… it told me. They know I survived.”Riven’s jaw tightened. Bishop and Vex—they were always one step ahead, calculating, patient. And now, they had to strike.From the shadows, the faint sound of boots echoed—deliberate, careful. Riven’s pulse spiked. “Move,” he hissed, grabbing Luca’s arm.They darted across the room, leaping over overturned barrels and shattered tables. Every corner held danger. Every echo was a potential ambush.Then a whisper, cruel and familiar,
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