HIS TO CONQUER
A man whom Alex greeted as Marco, met us and led us down a dark damp corridor, the air was thick with the smell of decay and something else… something unsettling.
Then I saw him. A figure clad in black, leaning against a wall in the shadows. He was impossibly tall, with a face that could have been sculpted by a Renaissance master, marred only by a permanent intimidating scowl. Dante Giordano of the legends. He exuded raw power, an aura of danger that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
He gave me a disdainful glance before turning to Alex, his expression a silent, ‘Who the hell is this?’
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