The Devil's Debt
Resolve replaced hesitation.
Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.”
One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever.
When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.
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