Ezra gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road as he navigated the darkened streets leading to the power station. Beside him, Olivia sat silently, her face a mask of calm determination.
The weight of what they were about to attempt hung between them, unspoken but undeniably present. There was a war coming and the Matten coven needed to grow stronger.
Ezra stole a glance at Olivia, admiring her resolve. She was about to undertake a procedure that few were eager to try, and he was there to support her every step of the way.
As they approached the facility, the looming silhouette of the power station came into view, its structure bathed in the soft glow of security lights. Ezra slowed the car as they neared the gate, where a lone security guard stood watch.
