Chapter 64

Jace inserted the key into the lock, his hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The key slid smoothly into place, and with a satisfying click, the lock surrendered its resistance. The heavy doors, which had held the secrets of the warehouse hostage, began to yield to the determined will of the bodyguards.

A heavy, resonating creak echoed through the night as the doors swung open. The sound seemed to reverberate through the group's collective psyche, a stark reminder of the gravity of their mission. They exchanged tense glances, each member silently acknowledging the perils they were about to face.

The dimly lit interior of the warehouse greeted them with an eerie ambiance, the flickering, sporadic lights casting long, menacing shadows across the stacks of crates and equipment. Their every step echoed on the cold concrete floor, a stark contrast to the silence and oppression that had enveloped this place for far too long.