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The elevator door closed behind them, and they continued toward the tower's entrance. Outside, Daniel took his ID card from his pocket and handed it to the officer stationed at the entrance. The officer smiled dismissively. "No need, sir. Daniel." Daniel gave a brief smile and replied, "Thank you." They approached the car parked in front of the tower. Rovan stood beside it, waiting. They opened the doors, got in, and the car slowly moved away from the tower, leaving behind the silent, dark passage and the horrors they had witnessed on the upper floors, as the first light of dawn began to pierce over the city.

What was wrong with being content in Wall Street? - Soon, they were in Frankton Tower, and they entered Frank's office to find Dawn seated meditatively as she hovered in the air. With the mist swirling around her, she really looked like some sagely being, and with her beauty, one might take her for a goddess descending from above! Jada scurried toward Frank, whispering, "How did it go, Mr. Frankton?" "Smoothly, I guess!" Frank replied and pointed at Dawn. "What's gotten into her?"

CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE FIOLENT FORTRESS – Dawn The sky is the color of dried blood when the last tower falls. I stand on the hood of the lead Tigr, wind whipping my hair, and watch the fortress die. One by one, the remaining walls fold inward. Roofs collapse with roars that shake the cliff. The sea below drinks the smoke. Gavriil is on his knees in front of me, wrists and ankles chained to a tow hook bolted to the bumper.

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

Dawn’s eyes are showing disappointment for lying to her. Her gift to read someone’s mind is helpful in a situation like this. They can’t fool her but she can pretend to be a fool if someone have the good intention why they lie to her. James doesn’t have the chance to reply to her because Seta came back. And talk to her about the book that she wants. After their conversation, Dawn get the book in the tier shelves before shoving it inside the bag, Seta hand to her. She thanks Seta and promised to return it after a week, then got out with James.

Sol collapsed to the ground, his body limp, allowing the Enforcers to take him away. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind. It was over. Completely over. Three days later, the Temple of Judgment delivered its verdict. Sol was stripped of his status as the God of Dawn, demoted to a mortal, and cast into the Well of Reincarnation to suffer through a hundred cycles of rebirth. In every life, he would experience the pain of being betrayed and abandoned until all his sins were atoned for. Overnight, the once high-and-mighty God of Dawn became a mortal about to endure the suffering of reincarnation.

Doreon felt a shiver run through his body, no one was moving or breathing, everything was still. "I can't deny you something that doesn't belong to you," Doreon replied without any emotion, a voice that didn't even sound like his own. The man looked him straight in the eye. "Too bad," he said, shrugging. "Your bones will adorn my garments." Then he spread his arms and the sky exploded with a rumble that shook the earth. **** For any news on the book, f****w me on @/cristina_v_author

Chapter Sixty-Two: Dawn The Dawn was quiet. For the first time in weeks, the sky was clear, pale gold light touching the snow, washing the bloodstained ground in a fragile promise of warmth. Shadowstorm moved through the aftermath with quiet reverence, warriors carrying the bodies of the fallen to the pyre built beyond the treeline, where the snow had been cleared for the farewell. Raven stood before the fire, Shadow and nightfire calm beneath her skin, wrapping her in a quiet strength.

I whispered to no one, in a silence full of smoke and ruin: “So be it.” Outside, the city slept in ignorance, unaware that the Tower of Ash was not just steel and glass, but a crucible. Marcus. Ariella. Damon. Every piece on the board was now visible. Every move anticipated. And for the first time, I smiled, not the smile of a brother, not the smile of a man constrained by conscience, but the smile of the predator who knew the hunt was just beginning. The tower’s crown collapsed in the distance, shards of glass and steel raining into the streets below. My hand hovered over the command terminal. One push, and every hidden contingency would ignite. Every secret weapon, every offshore lab, ever

(Afnan’s POV) The horizon burned before us. Smoke curled into the twilight sky, carrying with it the acrid stench of iron and ash. My heart tightened, a rope coiling in my chest, as the first glimpse of Bloodstone’s towers came into view, blackened, scorched, the signs of the Council’s cruelty evident even from this distance. The twins clutched my hands, their small bodies trembling, and I pressed a kiss to each crown of hair, murmuring, “Stay close. We’ll face this together.”