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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15: The Weight of Power

The armored vehicle rolled to a stop, the rain still beating against the steel shell like the steady ticking of a clock counting down to something inevitable. Sarah and Helena remained seated, their bodies tense with exhaustion and fear, though the suffocating sense of dread had started to lift. For the first time since the nightmare began, they felt as if they could breathe again—if only for a moment.

The Ravens, still masked and silent, exited the vehicle with military precision, each movement calculated, deliberate. Specter, their leader, was the last to step out, turning briefly to face the sisters as if to remind them of their unspoken protection. He gave a small, nearly imperceptible nod before disappearing into the rain-soaked night with the others.

Sarah exhaled, a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and glanced at Helena. Her sister's face was still pale, her wide eyes filled with lingering terror, but there was also something else—a faint glimmer of hope. The Ravens had kept them safe, delivered them from a nightmare, and while the world outside was still dangerous, Sarah began to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could survive this.

"They're gone," Helena whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. "Do you think we're safe now?"

Sarah's eyes flicked to the door of the vehicle, her heart still heavy with uncertainty. "I don't know," she said softly. "But we're still alive."

Helena nodded, though the fear in her eyes hadn't disappeared. "Do you think we'll ever be able to go back to… you know, normal?"

Sarah looked at her sister, the question hanging in the air between them. What was normal now? After everything they'd seen, everything they had been through, the idea of returning to a simple, ordinary life seemed like an impossible dream. Their world had changed, and there was no going back.

"I don't think we ever will," Sarah admitted, her voice laced with sadness. "Not after this."

Helena's eyes welled up with tears, and she buried her face in Sarah's shoulder, her small frame shaking with quiet sobs. "I just want this to stop," she whispered. "I just want it all to be over."

Sarah held her close, feeling the weight of Helena's words sink into her bones. She wanted the same thing—wanted the terror, the uncertainty, the violence to end. But as the rain continued to fall, and the Ravens disappeared into the shadows, Sarah couldn't shake the feeling that they were far from safe.

The Lord had sent his best to protect them, but that also meant the danger they were facing was greater than they could understand.

Far Below the Surface – The Lord's Command Center

The Lord stood in the darkened room, the dim glow of the screens casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes were fixed on the live feed from the armored vehicle, watching as his sisters clung to each other, fragile and scared. The sight of them, so vulnerable, stirred something deep within him—a protective rage that had been simmering ever since the attack.

His sisters had no idea how important they were to him. They had been kept in the dark, hidden from the dangers of his world for so long. And yet, despite all his efforts, the enemy had still found them.

Behind him, Seraphine stood silently, her eyes trained on the same screens, though her expression remained as cold and unreadable as ever. She had served the Lord for years, had seen him command armies, topple governments, and bend entire factions to his will. But this was different. This was personal.

"My Lord," Seraphine said quietly, breaking the silence. "They're safe for now, but the enemy won't stop. Not after tonight."

The Lord's jaw tightened, his hands clasped behind his back. "I know," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "They've overstepped. I gave them a warning, and they ignored it."

Seraphine's eyes flickered with understanding. "Shall I prepare the next phase?"

The Lord turned slightly, his gaze cold and calculating. "Yes," he said after a moment's pause. "But I want them to feel it this time. No more hiding. No more subtlety."

Seraphine nodded, though she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at the weight of his words. The Lord's wrath was a terrifying thing to witness, and once it was unleashed, there was no turning back.

"They'll see your power," Seraphine said, her voice filled with quiet respect. "They'll know they made a mistake."

The Lord's lips curled into a faint smile, though it was devoid of any warmth. "They'll know," he agreed. "And they'll regret it."

His gaze returned to the screen, where Sarah and Helena remained huddled together in the vehicle. They didn't understand the gravity of their situation—didn't realize how much was at stake. But they would. Soon.

"They're stronger than they realize," the Lord murmured, almost to himself. "But they'll need to be stronger still."

The Streets – Safe House Location

The Ravens moved with swift efficiency, securing the perimeter around the safe house, their dark forms blending seamlessly with the shadows. The rain continued to pour, the steady rhythm punctuated by the distant hum of helicopters circling overhead. But no one dared approach. Not after the bloodbath that had unfolded earlier.

Specter stood at the edge of the perimeter, his masked face turned toward the distant skyline. His mission was clear: protect the Lord's sisters at all costs. The enemy had made a bold move, sending an army to capture or kill them, but the Ravens had decimated that force without hesitation.

Still, Specter knew this was only the beginning. The enemy had made too much noise, drawn too much attention. And the Lord's response would be equally loud, equally devastating.

"Do you think they'll try again?" one of the Ravens asked quietly, stepping up beside Specter.

Specter didn't answer immediately, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "They'll come again," he said finally, his voice low. "But next time, they'll be prepared for us."

The Raven beside him nodded, his posture rigid. "What will the Lord do?"

Specter's gaze darkened. "What he always does. He'll show them who holds the power in this world."

There was a long pause, the rain still falling around them, and then Specter turned to the rest of the Ravens, his voice a quiet command. "Prepare for the next phase. This isn't over."

Inside the Vehicle

Helena had finally drifted off to sleep, her head resting against Sarah's shoulder, but Sarah remained awake, her thoughts racing. She couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was coming—something they weren't prepared for. The Ravens had protected them, but for how long? The enemy had sent an army after them, and Sarah knew they wouldn't stop until they had what they wanted.

But why? Why were they so important?

The vehicle came to a slow stop, and the doors opened, revealing a large, heavily guarded compound. The Ravens moved swiftly, ushering Sarah and Helena out of the vehicle and into the safety of the compound. The walls were high, the gates heavily fortified, and the presence of armed guards gave the impression of a fortress designed to withstand anything.

"We're here," Specter said, his voice calm but commanding. "You'll be safe inside. No one can reach you here."

Sarah nodded, though the unease in her chest remained. "Who's protecting us?" she asked, her voice low.

Specter paused for a moment before answering. "The Lord," he said simply, as if that was all the explanation needed.

And perhaps it was. Whoever the Lord was, his power was undeniable. The fact that he had sent the Ravens—the most elite force Sarah had ever seen—to protect them spoke volumes about how important they were to him.

But why? What made them so valuable?

As they were escorted into the compound, Sarah glanced at Helena, who was still groggy from sleep. "We're safe now," Sarah whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

But deep down, she knew that safety was temporary. The enemy was still out there, watching, waiting. And soon, they would make their next move.

But this time, Sarah was beginning to believe that whoever the Lord was, he wouldn't let them fail.