The sun had long dipped below the horizon, but the battle raged on. Harlow was a city at war, and William's dark army of shadows was tightening its grip. Despite the chaos around her, Stella remained focused, her mind locked on one goal—finding William and putting an end to this madness. His presence lingered, a malevolent force that seemed to saturate the air, fueling the chaos and death around them.
Bryan wiped the blood and sweat from his brow, his eyes scanning the square. "Where could he be hiding?" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice.
Stella's jaw clenched. "He's not hiding. He's waiting for us. This is a game to him." She could almost feel William's eyes on them, watching, biding his time. He had already proved to be more powerful than they'd imagined, and the longer they waited, the more destruction he caused.
Bryan growled in frustration. "Then we need to make our move before he kills half the city."
