Chapter 236 The Reckoning of Shadows

• Corey sat in silence in his dimly lit hotel room, the air thick with tension as he meticulously polished his steel gun, each stroke deliberate and precise. The room was a sanctuary of solitude, where every corner seemed to echo with the weight of his unspoken fears. His face, a mask of stoic determination, betrayed none of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface. Yet, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him, a whisper of dread that wrapped around his heart like a vice.
• This was destined to be a brutal fight—a battle that would eclipse any he had faced before. A sense of foreboding loomed ominously, darker and more menacing than anything he had felt, even when standing against the most formidable of foes, like the international SSS-level mercenary groups he had vanquished in the past. But this was different. It wasn't the enemy's strength that unsettled him, nor their cunning side. It was his vulnerability. He had once been a fortress, unyielding and impregnable, but now, he had a weakness—Freya.
• Just as the oppressive silence began to weigh heavily, Fabian burst into the room, his urgency cutting through the stillness like a knife. "Mr. Reid," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with urgency and concern. Corey glanced up, a flicker of irritation crossing his features.