The mansion stood bathed in the soft glow of twilight as Gregory and Sicily approached its gates. The weight of their journey hung heavy in the air, but there was an unspoken understanding between them—they had survived, and they carried answers that could change everything.
Sicily glanced at Gregory, her arm still bandaged but her posture steady. "Do you think they'll believe us?" she asked quietly, her voice tinged with worry. "About the connections to Albaz, the vampires, and… everything?"
Gregory's gaze softened, his hand instinctively brushing hers. "They'll believe us," he said firmly. "They have to. This isn't just about us anymore. It's about stopping Albaz before it's too late."
The gates creaked open, and the pair stepped into the familiar courtyard. The mansion loomed ahead, its grandeur now a comforting sight. Before they could even reach the steps, the front doors burst open, and Lilith appeared, followed closely by Amon.