Chapter 8

Watching Mark on the surveillance screen, his face twisted in fear and despair, I felt nothing. No pity. No anger. Just a cold detachment. Soon, his figure vanished into the dense hills below. I turned to my parents. "We need to be ready. The end has started." They both nodded. The three of us moved quickly, checking the fortress's defenses. We tested every trap, every alarm system, making sure everything was in top working condition. Below, near the base of the hill, the screams of Mark...