Chapter 27 Fragile Victories

The Citadel was eerily silent as the smoke began to settle. Tomas's body lay crumpled on the cold floor, the once-imposing figure now lifeless. Amara stood over him, her gun still trembling in her hand. The weight of what she had done pressed heavily on her chest.

Elias staggered to his feet, clutching his wounded arm. "We need to get out of here.