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Move Now!
The night clung to Blackrock Chamber like a shroud, its darkness deepening as Warren slipped out into the shadows. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the faint metallic tang of anticipation. In a dimly lit alley nearby, a bearded, bald man stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, his face half-hidden by the brim of his cap. His thick fingers danced across the screen of his phone, tapping out a single message to Victor Crane: *He’s gone. Move now.*Miles away, in a derelict warehouse on the edge of Dragon Island, Victor Crane’s crew was a coiled spring, ready to snap. The Ayeaxemen, a ruthless sect cloaked in secrecy, buzzed with barely contained energy. Their cars—sleek, black beasts with tinted windows—idled in the gravel lot, engines growling like predators awaiting the hunt. Weapons gleamed under the pale glow of sodium lights: pistols, rifles, knives strapped to thighs and hidden in boots. The air crackled with the promise of violence, a war brewing in the s
Triumph Or Ruin
The sky above Ironspire had darkened, the last hues of twilight fading as Warren arrived at Blackrock Chamber, his boots crunching on the gravel just as Trump’s convoy screeched to a halt. It was just after evening, and the air crackled with an ominous chill. The compound bristled with menace—soldiers in dark tactical gear, warriors scarred from countless battles, and lackeys clutching weapons of devastating power stood watch. These were no mere escorts; they were the iron fist of Ironspire’s elite, guarding the most influential figures in the city.Inside the Blackrock Chamber, a vast hall of polished obsidian and cold steel, the power brokers of Ironspire gathered under flickering chandeliers. Politicians in sleek suits murmured in tight clusters, their eyes sharp with calculation. Business tycoons, their wealth rivaling small nations, sat beside regiment leaders in ceremonial armor and sect masters draped in robes that pulsed with faint arcane light. The room hummed with the weight
Death Anniversary
Meanwhile, at an abandoned cemetery.... The abandoned cemetery stretched out like a forgotten wound in the earth, its crooked headstones tilting under the weight of time and neglect. Weeds choked the cracked paths, and the air carried the damp, earthy scent of decay, mingling with the faint sweetness of wildflowers that clung stubbornly to life. The sky above was a bruise of gray, heavy with the threat of rain, casting a muted light over the desolate expanse. Among the sea of crumbling graves, one stood apart, pristine and cared for, its surface free of moss or grime. The name etched into the polished stone read *Fatima Ajibola*, flanked by her birth and death dates, a silent testament to a life cut short.Serena Vox knelt before the grave, her black gown pooling around her like spilled ink, the fabric absorbing the chill of the ground. Her fingers, trembling slightly, traced the carved letters of her mother’s name, the stone cold and unyielding beneath her touch. Tears welled in her
Emotional Blackmail
The air in the small, tidy room grew heavy, the savory scent of stew now mingling with the faint musk of old wood and the tension between them. Amelia’s eyes, sharp and glistening, locked onto Derrick’s. “Why?” she asked abruptly, her voice slicing through the quiet like a blade, laced with a mix of curiosity and defiance.Derrick hesitated, his jaw tightening. The single bulb overhead flickered, casting wavering shadows across his face, accentuating the lines etched by years of command. “I can’t explain unless you’re her,” he said softly, his tone measured but firm. “Not until I’ve confirmed it.” He couldn’t risk exposing the weight of his mother’s promise to a stranger, not when so much hung in the balance.Amelia rose from her chair, her crimson gown swaying as she moved, the flour-dusted apron a stark contrast to her poised demeanor. Her lips trembled, and her eyes brimmed with tears that seemed to well up from some deep, hidden wound. “Alright,” she said, her voice breaking as sh
We're Looking For Someone
“Good evening,” the woman said, her voice warm but laced with a practiced innocence, as if she were stepping onto a stage. Her eyes flicked briefly to Richard, then away, her expression a perfect mask of polite surprise. She played the part flawlessly, as though neither man—especially Richard, who’d orchestrated this charade—had ever crossed her path before.Derrick stepped forward, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, the faint glint of his polished insignia catching the dim light. “I’m Derrick Voss, Seven-Star General,” he said, his tone steady but weighted with purpose. He flashed his badge, the embossed stars gleaming briefly before he tucked it away. “May I have a word with you?”Her gaze lingered on the badge, and for a split second, her composure wavered—a subtle widening of her eyes, a slight parting of her lips, as if the weight of Derrick’s rank had struck her like a physical blow. “Sure,” she said, her voice softer now, tinged with unease. She stepped back, gesturing th
Nanny Fatima's Daughter
The sun bled crimson across the horizon as Adjutant General Richard pulled the dust-streaked military jeep to a stop before a crumbling compound. The house before them sagged under the weight of neglect, its corrugated zinc roof pockmarked with rust, curling at the edges like burnt paper. A single gust of wind, heavy with the promise of evening, seemed enough to send the whole structure crashing down. Paint peeled from the walls in long, jagged strips, revealing cracked plaster beneath, and the air carried the faint tang of mildew and decay. This was no home—it was a relic, barely clinging to existence.Richard stepped out of the jeep, his polished boots crunching against the gravel-strewn path. With practiced deference, he strode to the rear door and opened it for Seven-Star General Derrick, whose imposing frame emerged into the cooling twilight. Derrick’s sharp eyes, framed by the faint creases of a man who’d seen too many battles, scanned the dilapidated house with a mix of skeptic
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