Chapter 99: A Grandfather’s Grandson.

The night was cloaked in darkness; the night sky was begging for blood, broken only by the flickering glow of torches illuminating the rugged terrain outside the capital city. The only illumination came from the flickering streetlights that lined the deserted streets of the capital city. Eric White, the ruthless leader of the Dark Hand, stood on a hill overlooking the city, his eyes narrowed with determination. Tonight, he would crush Samuel White's mercenaries once and for all. Tension hung thick in the air as Eric's private military force, the Dark Hand, advanced silently towards their target – the compound where Samuel White's mercenaries were stationed. The darkness shrouded the outskirts of the capital city, masking the movements of Eric White's Dark Hand as they prepared to strike against Samuel White's mercenaries. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent prelude to the storm of violence that was about to erupt. Mason's voice crackled over the radio, "Initiate the amb