Attack On The Ashuras 1

The sleek black car came to a gradual stop just outside the towering iron gates of the Ashura Estate. The air around the estate was heavy with an unsettling calm, the faint hum of crickets in the distance doing little to dispel the tension that seemed to coil in the darkness. Ebilade stepped out of the car, his polished leather shoes crunching softly against the gravel. He adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his sharp movements exuding control and precision. His red tie, slightly loosened, swayed faintly in the cool breeze as his gaze locked onto the imposing gates before him.

Behind him, the faint sound of footsteps on gravel grew louder. Gregory emerged from the shadows, his imposing frame illuminated by the dim light of the estate's security lamps. His steps were deliberate, his shoulders squared and his head held high, exuding an air of quiet dominance. His piercing red eyes glinted in the pale light, betraying a simmering curiosity beneath his composed exterior.