Logan’s path: Chains of Fury

All or nothing. If this was to be his end, Logan vowed to take as many clefts with him as possible. The tension crackled like the storm brewing on the horizon. Zorpa’s finger hovered over his device, ready to unleash chaos, while Logan’s hand inched toward his gun.

The moment was interrupted by a sudden, sharp crack. The royal guard crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Logan turned sharply to see Ruben standing behind the guard, gripping a splintered wooden rod.

“You were taking too long,” Ruben said, his voice low but firm. “I came to check if something had gone wrong.”

Logan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Good timing,” he muttered.

As they dragged the unconscious guard into the cart, Logan froze at the sound of a familiar voice cutting through the still night air.

“Logan, is that you?”