CHAPTER 91 AMAYA

“Keep moving!”

“I am!”

“Move..Faster, Amaya..!”

“I said I am!”

My voice cut through the chaos as we drove forward, the fragile opening we had created already threatening to collapse under the weight of the attackers regrouping, adapting, tightening their formation again as if the room itself refused to let us breathe, and yet the strangest part of it all wasn’t the violence, wasn’t the danger..

It was actually the weird setting.

The silk drapes still hung from the high arches, untouched by the blood now staining the marble floors, chandeliers still glowed overhead, casting warm golden light over a scene that had become anything but elegant,...