Open Challange

The air in the abandoned city was still thick with the scent of blood. The sun dipped below the ruined skyline, casting long shadows across the crumbling buildings.

Lucius leaned against the cracked frame of a shattered window, his golden eyes fixed on the distant horizon. He had no intention of returning to the mines—not yet. It would be too risky. Instead, he waited.

Hours passed.

Then—

Vroom!

The deep, rumbling growl of military vans tore through the silence. Lucius tilted his head slightly, listening as the heavy vehicles roared down the cracked streets. They weren't patrolling. They were hunting.

Beside him, Lyxor was equally still, his breathing measured. They remained invisible, tucked safely within the shadows of a half-collapsed building, watching the convoy race through every street, headlights cutting through the dark.

Then—screech.

The first van skidded to a stop.

The second.

The third.