Flame of Shadows

flickered like ghosts against the backdrop of crumbling buildings, while the undercurrent of corruption see

eath a decrepit bookstore. The scent of aging paper mingled with the hum of server

amian Blackwell's successful missions. His wiry frame and perpetually messy hair made him l

until a whistleblowing incident made him a target. Disgraced and on the run, he'd turned to Damian for help.

, he muttered to himself, "Come on, baby. Talk to me." The artifa

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. His trench coat swayed with each step, and his boots echo

up. "You know, a 'h

, his voice tinged wit

fact. "This thing isn't just a rock with a glow-up. It's

an eyebrow. "P

analysis. There's something embedded in it-an inscription, maybe. Couldn'

e. Do you think someone from my origin

m that way. But who is the descendant and

n. She most likely already kno

ious "She's more

s tied to The Eternal Order, and if she's after

nt, but it's not coming from the artifact alone. It's connected to something-o

, Victor's screen lit up wi

d, his fingers flying over the

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lace over entrances and exits. Surveillance feeds revealed

act back," Victor said, grabbin

n said, his voice cold. "S

ed the perimeter. Their movements were calculated, but they

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h, disarming and incapacitating the intruders with practiced effi

, Damian grabbed his comm

Victor replied, relie

h blood. "We need to move the artifact. If they fo

an... this Seraphine person? If she's as dangerous as y

illuminating the room. "We'll cross that bridge whe

lsed again, and for a brief moment, Damian hear