Chapter 53

Suddenly, the air was pierced by the sharp crack of a gunshot. A bullet tore through the space, finding its mark in Greyson’s arm. His cry of pain filled the room as he stumbled back, his grip on his weapon faltering.

Jota’s soldiers’ eyes widened in shock as Greyson’s remaining henchmen were felled by gunfire, their bodies falling to the ground in an instant.

The room was chaotic, the echoes of gunshots mingling with the shocked gasps of those who witnessed the sudden turn of events.

Samuel’s voice was a mixture of surprise and relief. “What just happened?” he exclaimed, his tone incredulous.

Jota’s heart raced as he struggled against the ropes that bound him, his gaze darting around the room in search of the source of the gunfire. “Someone’s here,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

The tension in the room was palpable as the guild members strained against their restraints, their eyes locked on Greyson. He was wounded,