Chapter 268 Crossroads

By the end, over fifty bodies littered the floor—mangled heaps of broken bones, torn skin, and pooling blood. He stood in the middle, his clothes drenched in red. “The hall is clear,” he told no one in particular. At the end of a corridor ahead, a basement door loomed. It sat there, silent and dark, like it was daring him to come closer. *** Kate’s POV Kate bent herself into a ball and swooped through the broken window. She landed on her feet, rolled, and kept running, her boots light against the dusty concrete. The place was a wreck—crumbling walls, rusted machines, and cobwebs hanging like curtains. The silence was eerie, broken only by distant city sounds. But she could also hear something else—hushed voices, frightened whimpers. She moved quickly, sticking to the shadows, her senses heightened to catch any threat. A few Damonists patrolled the halls, their eyes wide in alertness. She took them out quickly—a fist to one’s throat, a slap at the back of the neck. They crumpled without