Chapter 238 The Final Confrontation

The warehouse groaned under the weight of its own destruction. Flames licked the steel beams, casting flickering shadows that danced like specters of the past. Smoke curled around Silas, the acrid scent of burning chemicals stinging his nostrils. His shirt clung to his back, soaked with sweat and blood, the fabric torn from the earlier skirmish. Gideon emerged from the haze, his silhouette framed by the inferno behind him. His tailored suit was smeared with soot, but his posture remained impeccable, exuding a calm menace.