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He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go. I walked on, opening doors to make sure they were clear as we passed, knowing Xander and Elias probably had Balista cornered in one of them. I kicked in a door to the left, and no one was there. "Clear!" A few wolves ran past, but Seven stayed on my flank. Gunfire, growling, shouts, and screams echoed off the walls in the warehouse as we made our way through. I kicked open a door to the right. Nothing. "Clear!" Then I came to another door across the hallway and heard voices. I kicked it open, and Xander and Elias were standing there nude, having just shifted, and Balista and Sasha were backed against the wall.

Taking up the courage, she said, "My Lord, I might not know Maria for a long time but I know very well that she would never steal from you, she isn't that type of person." "So what do you mean? You think the lord is framing her for it?" Said a woman with the longest of hair and the fairest of skin. She was tall and had the most beautiful white hair and enchanting grey eyes, who was she, well she wasn't just the most beautiful woman you could meet, but also the most powerful. 'Gracie Nightwing' was the princess of the Nightwing clan and also Lord Robin's fiancee. And as pretty as she was, she wasn't a woman with a pretty heart.

This absence of allegiance seemed appropriate for a space intended to transcend the divisions that had brought them to this precipice. The Shadow Knight arrived first, his transformed essence maintaining controlled manifestation despite the temptation toward intimidating display. Midnight armour flowed around bone framework with deliberate restraint as constellation patterns shifted within his form. The forgotten souls integrated within his transformed substance remained vigilant but composed, their collective determination tempered by cosmic awareness regarding the significance of this unexpected parley.

Marcus walked in behind Night Wing; his eyes widened in marvel like a kid who stepped into wonderland; he walked from one to the other asking the shadow guards who were operating the devices how each of the gadgets worked. “Updates” Night Wing stood in front of the large display screen and asked with the aura of a general shedding his previous embarrassed shell from when he was mucking around with Marcus. “Chief, based on the photograph given by Senior master Walter, we simulated all possible variations of what his appearance could be based on the assumption that he has not performed plastic surgery.” One of the shadow guards spoke as his fingers danced on the keyboard, while a string of com

He took one limping step backward. Then another. When he looked once more— She was already gone. He turned again and ran… The nearer he came, the thicker the smoke grew. By the time the pack walls rose before him, Nightwing looked like a place after plague. The buildings were burning down… bodies littered the road. Some in Nightwing colors, some in Death Valley. The anger surged through him now…. He entered like wrath. The first invader never saw him. Damien tore his throat open while running.

“Actually… I do.” He tapped the screen and showed Zagaff a picture. Zagaff leaned forward and squinted at the image. It was a woman in a nightclub. She wore a white shirt with one name written across it: ZAGAFF.