As the smoke cleared, a figure emerged from the inferno, stepping through the blaze with a calm, deliberate stride. Flames licked at the edges of his cloak, casting an eerie glow that framed his face in shadow. The air around him pulsed with an intense, unyielding energy that made the ground tremble.
Darius and his team froze, their expressions twisting in shock and dread as they recognized the man who had appeared before them. There was no mistaking him—the cold, piercing gaze, the unmistakable aura of authority and power.
"Reynard LaRue…" Darius murmured, his voice barely a whisper, the weight of the name pressing on him like a physical force.
The Head of the LaRue family, Reynard LaRue, stood before them, the inferno at his back, his eyes gleaming with a dark and ruthless intent.