The gun hit the concrete with a dull metallic sound.
For a moment, the entire yard fell silent.
Flames still licked the skeleton of the destroyed warehouse behind them, throwing waves of orange light across the smoke-filled night. Sirens echoed faintly somewhere far away, but here—inside this ruined industrial block—time seemed to stop.
Victor watched Arka closely.
Very closely.
Because men like Arka did not surrender.
They adapted.
The gun lay on the ground between them.
But Arka still stood tall.
Victor tilted his head slightly.
“Interesting.”
Behind him, two soldiers tightened their grip on Aluna. One of them held her arm painfully behind her back. The other kept a gun pressed just beneath her ribs.
Her breathing was uneven.
Fear sat in her chest like ice.
But her eyes wer
