The metropolis smoldered beneath a dusk sky, the shadows deepening as if the earth were bracing for a final battle. Avery, Lucas, and Elena stood in the center of the courtyard, the wind whispering of an impending cyclone. The Architect's threat persisted in their minds, but a new urgency pressed against them: the Puppet master business company.
"They realize we're weakened," Elena said, surveying the horizon. "They'll strike soon."
Lucas sheathed his blade, his mouth clenched. "desirable. Allow them to come. "I've been waiting for this."
Avery sat silent while her mind raced. The Puppet Master was a dark figure orchestrating actions from the outset, their presence felt in every betrayal and catastrophe. They'd worked in mystery for too long, tugging the threads of the criminal underworld, and now they'd made their move.
"in which will we start?" Avery requested, her voice quiet yet tinged with metallic.
