The old building stood like a skeleton, half-eaten by time.Its walls cracked, its windows shattered, its heart empty.
Until tonight.
Tonight… it waited.
The wind howled through the broken glass like whispers of ghosts.Somewhere, water dripped. A pipe hissed.Each sound felt louder in the silence.
Then came footsteps.
Not loud.But steady.
Kael arrived first.
Dark coat. Gloves on. Eyes sharper than any blade he carried.He stepped into the open, slow and certain, like a man already sure of his victory.
Behind him, his crew fanned out.No laughter. No talking.Just focus.
Sven checked his watch. "Ten minutes."
Kael didn't answer. His eyes were locked on the far side of the building.
Where they'd come from.
And they did.
The sound of engines cracked the stillness like lightning.Tires screeched.Lights cut through the dark like blades.
Rayzen.
He walked in like he owned the world, chaos humming behind his every step.
Finn followed him silently, scanning the edges of the room like a chessboard.Jax trailed behind, whispering prayers under his breath and flinching at every sound.
Two sides.Two leaders.One battleground.
No one spoke.Not yet.
But the air…it knew.Something was coming.
Something loud.
To be continued...