Chapter 67 The Final Showdown

• The night was heavy with silence as I stepped into the clearing, my heart pounding with an intensity I hadn’t felt before. I was waiting—every fiber of my being was waiting—for her. Astrid, the woman who had taken so much from me, was out there in the shadows, moving closer with every passing second. The air crackled with the tension that had been building between us for years, a dark history of betrayal, anger, and vengeance that had come down to this final moment.
• I had known Astrid as an enemy for so long now, and yet tonight felt different, more final. We’d both been circling each other in shadows, exchanging blows, silent threats, and endless nights of mistrust. But tonight, that would end. One way or another, this was the last battle. I could feel it in the cold bite of the wind against my skin, the weight of the past pressing down on me as if the souls of my lost family were watching, waiting for me to set them free.
• The first time I caught sight of her, she was little more than a silhouette against the silver moonlight. She stepped forward with the same cold confidence that had always marked her, her eyes fixed on mine, dark and full of unspoken malice.