Chapter 178

The tension in the air was suffocating, the sound of battle echoing endlessly, yet the calm authority radiating from Moosa anchored them, providing a fragile lifeline in the storm of violence.

Through the chaos, Moosa’s mind calculated escape routes, enemy movements, and his own injuries, balancing all in perfect synchronicity. His muscles burned with effort, his chest heaved under the weight of exertion, and yet he moved with a grace that was almost unnatural, a lethal force flowing with quiet certainty in every motion.

Moosa couldn’t see anything because of the pitch, black darkness but he was waiting for Abdullah’s response on the walkie talkie that Roshanay have safely reached to the car, his fingers tightening around the device as seconds stretched into something unbearable. Every sound around him felt distant, muted by the roaring in his ears, and his heartbeat thundered so loudly he feared it might give him away. But instead another message came, breaking through