The rustling sound of the leaves, along with the eerie sounds of owls and bats, echoed like a hunting melody through the frighteningly quiet forest as the tension in the air thickened, signaling the storm that was about to unfold.
Nicholas's golden eyes, which were glowing like a bloodthirsty predator, were locked on the warehouse in front of him with his fist clenched tightly as the fury within him was swirling like a storm ready to unleash.
Isabella stood beside Nicholas, her gaze fixed on the warehouse with a fierce fire in them, as her resolve was unwavering like Nicholas's.
Elio and Andrew, side by side, stood together just a short distance away from Nicholas with the army appointed to their team, their minds filled with the same determination.
Luca and Lorenzo were also positioned nearby, while Max and Dante held their ground from another point with the armies that were assigned to them.
