Chapter 552: Day of Return, Time of Reckoning

The moon hung like a sliver of bone over Tensby, casting long, skeletal shadows across the city. It was a place Stefan Zimmerman had sworn he would never see again, a city built on the foundations of his own personal hell. Yet, here he was. He did not arrive with thunder or a cataclysmic rift in space. He simply appeared, a phantom coalescing from the night itself on a quiet, tree-lined street. The air, thick with the familiar scent of damp earth and distant city fumes, did not stir. No one...