Aftermath.

The streets had fallen eerily silent, the cacophony of the earlier battle replaced by an unsettling calm. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the ground was littered with the remnants of the epic clash—shattered food carts, splintered wood, and the broken bodies of those who had dared to stand against the Clawvyrian General. The Shade brothers lay sprawled on the ground, their breathing shallow, their bodies bruised and battered. Caleb's vision swam as he fought to stay conscious, his mind a blur of pain and exhaustion.

A siren wailed in the distance, growing louder with each passing second. The sound was both a promise of salvation and a reminder of the price they had paid. The cop car screeched to a halt, and two figures emerged, their expressions a mix of shock and grim determination.