Chapter 9: Through the Fire and Flames

The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and the shriek of metal grinding against metal as the Storm Reaper battled the Crimson Hand's war machines. Lucien and his crew fought valiantly, but as the skies darkened with the approaching storm, so did the weight of their predicament.

In the midst of the chaos, Lucien caught sight of Rosie, her gun blazing as she took down an enemy machine with effortless flair. But as her eyes met his across the battlefield, there was a flicker of something more—something beyond the rush of the fight. A spark, a connection that neither of them had fully acknowledged, but which lingered like a storm cloud waiting to break.

Meanwhile, as Valeria and Selene made short work of the enemy soldiers, Marion stood by Lucien's side, her eyes never leaving him, even as she fired a well-placed shot at a descending enemy vessel.

"You really know how to get yourself into trouble, don't you?" Marion's voice was dry, but there was a hint of something warmer in her tone.

Lucien gave her a wry smile, his hand gripping the railing as another machine plummeted to the ground. "It's part of the charm, I suppose."

Before they could continue, the artifact in his pocket pulsed again, this time stronger—so much stronger. Lucien felt a surge of energy, and as the artifact's power coursed through him, he realized something horrifying. The machine onslaught was just a distraction. Something—someone—was closer.

And with that realization, the mysteries surrounding him grew darker, more urgent. His past was coming back to claim him, and it wasn't just the Crimson Hand that sought the artifact. It was something... older. And far more dangerous.