Chapter 21 Grandfather's Order

• Snow fell in haunting silence, as a ghostly shroud over the abandoned train yard. The world was still, frozen in time, as if mourning the battle that had just unfolded.
• Tara lay there—motionless. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, the warmth of her blood blooming against the frost-covered ground. Snowflakes drifted onto her battered form, covering her like a fallen warrior—like a princess of war buried beneath an unforgiving sky.
• The aftermath of violence lingered in the air. Bullet shells gleamed like forgotten relics. Deep, jagged footprints marred the pristine snow—some leading away. And Ezekiel… he was gone. Vanished into the void like a ghost, leaving only the scent of blood and gunpowder in his wake.