Chapter 93 The Last Stand
- The warehouse groans around me, its rusted ribs buckling under the weight of fire and time. Smoke claws at my throat, thick and chemical, as I sprint through aisles of crumbling crates.
- Somewhere ahead, Gregg’s laughter curls through the chaos, a serpent in the flames.
- “*Emma!*” Adam’s voice booms from the far end of the building.