Chapter 61:A Line In The Sand

The sound of approaching footsteps echoed off the jagged cliffside, growing louder with each passing second. 

Emily's pulse raced, her back pressed against the cold stone as she gripped her sidearm tightly. 

Damien crouched beside her, his breathing steady despite the tension in the air. 

His hand rested on the hilt of his blade, his sharp eyes scanning the cliff below.

"They're close," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible over the howling wind that whipped through the ravine.

 She pressed herself harder against the rock, her body taut with adrenaline.

Damien gave a quick nod, his jaw tightening. "Closer than I'd like. But they'll regret it soon enough."

From their vantage point, they could see the steep path winding up from the forest floor. 

Below, the enforcers were moving in formation—black-clad shadows against the fading light. 

These weren't the regular foot soldiers the Council often deployed.