The city seemed to breathe uneasily as dusk descended, the fading sunlight casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers. Max Slade stood at the precinct's entrance, his eyes scanning the horizon where the last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the encroaching darkness. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual hum of city life replaced by an anticipatory silence. Max knew this silence was deceptive; beneath it, a storm was brewing.
Raven had been working tirelessly, sifting through the remnants of The Revenant's operation. Each piece of intel painted a picture of an even more dangerous adversary: The Serpent. A shadowy figure with connections that reached far beyond the city, weaving a web of influence and power.
