The colossal iron doors of the secret mountain vault ground to a heavy, shuddering halt, sealing Tony Clark inside an absolute fortress of primordial wealth.
Deep within the core of the jagged western ridge, the cavern air was so densely saturated with ancient spiritual aura that a visible, glowing white fog snaked across the floor, curling around the thousands of stone shelves that stretched into the shadows.
Tony walked straight to the absolute center of the treasure cave, his steps slow, deliberate, and radiating the unyielding confidence of a true supreme villain.
He glanced back toward the massive iron entrance, his dark eyes locking onto Julie Faith with a sharp, predatory intensity. "Julie," Tony commanded smoothly, his deep baritone voice echoing clearly off the cavern walls.
