On the battlefield, there was a weird silence.Last Viper fell with a thud, and his gunfire filled the huge underground room. Blood, gunpowder, and smoke filled the air.Even if I was severely injured, I had to keep going. The pain was nothing compared to the pain I wil soon have if Sebastian were not to be seen.The Noir de Costas surrounded me like a wall of shadows, their knives still wet and their eyes on every door.All of the enemies had been killed.Except for one.Selene. She appeared from the darkness like a ghost, her heels clicking on the blood-slick floor, her once-pristine hair wild and unkempt, and her face streaked with sweat and desperation. The trembling figure she held in front of her made my stomach clench, not her beauty.Daryl.As Selene pressed a gun against his temple, the boy's small hands clawed at her grip. His raw, jagged cries broke the silence, cutting me like glass. When Damian said, "Daryl," his voice broke and he stepped forward, relieved. He stop
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