With Fiora’s promise given, Vael finally turned toward the door. Before stepping out, he looked back at her once more—just to be certain she was truly there, safe. Satisfied, he left, the door closing softly behind him. Moments later, the sound of his footsteps faded down the corridor.It was barely three in the morning. The sky above the island was swallowed entirely by darkness. Heavy clouds hung low over the horizon, the sea wind cutting cold and sharp, while the alarm wailed on, unceasing.Vael stepped out of the mansion alone. No guards, no troops, no weapon in his hand. Yet his expression remained so calm it was almost unsettling. His mismatched gaze lifted to the sky. And then he saw it—a single small red light blinking far above.Then a second. A third. A fourth. More, and still more.Vael’s eyes narrowed. “Not helicopters…” he murmured, lost to the night wind. Seconds later, their forms grew clearer. Aircraft. Five black planes moving almost silently through the dark—s
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