Chapter 226 The Face-off

The warehouse loomed ahead, its silhouette jagged against the night sky. A single flickering bulb above the entrance cast elongated shadows, dancing like specters on the cracked pavement. Silas approached first, his frame tense, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. Genevieve followed closely, her eyes scanning the surroundings, alert to every sound. Dust and the smell of old wood filled the air within. The inside was maze-like, with small passageways created by stacks of containers. The sound of their footfall served as a steady reminder of their presence.