Reversal Of Fate: From A Pawn To A Mafia Billionaire

The Breaking Point

The mill was a fortress of whispers, its walls scarred but standing. The survivors—seventeen now, by Jason’s count—moved like shadows, their hand signals flickering in the dim light of dusk. The haze lingered at the square’s edge, its silver pulse slower, heavier, as if it were breathing. Jason stood at the window, his knife cleaned but still heavy in his hand, his eyes scanning the horizon for the next assault. The air was thick with ash and the sharp tang of fear, but the concord held. For now.

Yara leaned against the wall beside him, her blade resting across her knees. Her bandage was fresh, but blood seeped through again, a slow stain she ignored. “They’re waiting,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “They know we’re changing.”

Jason nodded, his jaw tight. The haze’s mimicry had grown sharper, more deliberate. Last night, it had worn their faces, their movements, their defiance. A double had echoed Yara’s swagger, another Lira’s sharp nod. It was learning silencefire, twi