Chapter 166.1 - Interrogation

"Indeed…..You are dead."

BOOM!

The explosion rocked the small warehouse, shaking its flimsy walls and filling the space with smoke and debris. Rovan and the executives were thrown off balance, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons as their ears rang from the force of the blast.

Through the smoke, a figure emerged, cloaked in an orange aura that shimmered like molten sunlight. Her red, short hair floated weightlessly, as if carried by an unseen wind, and flames coiled around her hands, licking the air with deadly intent.

"Irina Emberheart!" one of the executives choked out, his voice a mixture of disbelief and terror.

Irina's amber eyes burned with cold fury, her steps measured and deliberate as she advanced into the room. The firelight around her cast dancing shadows against the walls, amplifying her already commanding presence.