The sea crashed mercilessly against the jagged cliffs as Marcus’s warship docked at the hidden Rossi harbor. Thunder growled overhead, and the sky matched his mood—stormy, dark, and ready for carnage.

Vittore followed him at a distance, struggling to match the brutal pace.

“She’s inside,” he said, panting. “Every alarm in the vault has been tripped. She’s gone deeper than anyone before her.”

Marcus didn’t stop walking. “Of course she has.”

Vittore swallowed. “And Xavier—he escaped. Reports say he’s heading this way.”

Marcus froze.

His voice was quiet—too quiet.

“Let them all come,” he whispered. “I will bury them here. Every traitor. Every ghost of the past.”

He stepped into...