Chapter 64: Twilight's Grasp

The cave was alive with the quiet clinks of metal and the murmurs of strategy. 

The stolen weapons lay spread out across the floor like a macabre treasure trove, each piece a symbol of hope and danger. 

Emily knelt beside the largest crate, inspecting a sleek rifle with a critical eye. 

She was no stranger to firearms, but this one was beyond anything she'd ever handled—lightweight, high-powered, and disturbingly efficient.

"These aren't standard issue," she muttered, running her fingers along the barrel.

"They're not meant to be," Damien replied from across the cave, his tone grim. 

He was dismantling a sidearm, his movements methodical. "These are Council prototypes,Precision-made for their hunters."

Theo looked up from where he was arranging ammunition. "Hunters?"

Damien's jaw tightened. "Elite squads,highly trained, heavily armed, and completely ruthless.