Lars' black flames had consumed everything.
The house… the pastor… even the ground itself seemed scarred by something that did not belong to this world. All that was left was ash, carried away by the wind as if the place was trying to forget what had happened there.
One month after what happened.
Lars, Amelia, and Klein continued their investigation in London, following fragmented clues, incomplete names, and rumors that barely had shape. Nothing was clear, yet everything pointed to something bigger… something they were only beginning to understand.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in the ruins of Palmyra, William, Frank, and Amaya descended deeper and deeper.
The path had not been easy.
Collapsed passages, unstable structures, and ancient symbols that seemed to watch them from the walls. It took them days to find the right entrance, and even longer to reach the place where Marcus had been before them.
