Emilia's gaze lingered on the empty darkness where the Archon vanished.
Ryker's voice broke the silence. "We have to get out of here."
Aria nodded, already moving toward the nearby alleyway.
Luca, still in werewolf form, flanked Emilia, his eyes scanning the rooftops.
As they navigated the narrow alleys, Emilia's mind reeled.
The Archon's presence hinted at a larger conspiracy.
Emilia turned to Ryker. "Who is the Archon?"
Ryker's expression turned grim. "The leader of the Red Hand."
Aria added, "And the one who orchestrated your father's betrayal."
Emilia's heart burned with determination. "I want to meet the Archon."
Ryker's eyes narrowed. "Not yet. You're not ready."
Emilia's jaw clenched. "I am ready."
Luca's growl softened, his eyes locked onto hers.
Aria placed a hand on Emilia's shoulder. "Ryker's right. The Archon is ruthless."
Emilia's resolve hardened. "I'll take that risk."
As they reached the safety of their hideout, Emilia spotted a note on the door.
A single message:
"Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."
Emilia's heart pounded.
The Archon.
Ryker's eyes locked onto hers. "Don't even think about it."
But Emilia's mind was made up.
She would meet the Archon.
Alone.