Chapter 65: A Glimpse of Behemoths Power
Cold.
Hard stone beneath her palms.
Her head throbbed.
Her body felt heavy.
Stacy's eyes snapped open.
The underground.
She was back.
But something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
The air was thick.
Tense.
Like something had shifted.
Like the world had just changed.
Stacy inhaled sharply.
Then she saw them.
Bodies.
Lying still across the stone floor.
Elijah. Trevor. Ragnar.
Dexter.
They were alive.
She could hear their breathing.
But they were unmoving.
Like they had just been dropped here.
Like something had taken them out of the fight completely.
Stacy's pulse pounded.
Her hands shook as she tried to push herself up—
And then—
She heard it.
Footsteps.
Slow. Measured. Heavy.
She turned her head.
And there, standing over the lifeless bodies—
Was Liam.
But he wasn't alone.