C38 THE EDGE OF RECKONING

Enzo’s POV

The air is dense with the metallic stink of blood and sweat. The factory walls appear to press in on us, intensifying every breath, every heartbeat. My grip on the rifle tightens, and I force myself to focus. This isn’t over. It was never meant to be this easy.

The leader walks out of the shadows, their presence authoritative and smothering. Tall, with keen eyes that shine like steel