Book 2: Chapter 8

Ares holstered his gun, unfazed by the scene. The workers were useless to him, and they knew it. That's why no one dared challenge him. "There, it's done. Now, what do you really want? Revenge? Justice? Or are you just here to make noise?"

Martina's eyes widened, and she stood frozen, the horror of the moment sinking in. Suddenly, memories of her father being shot in front of her flashed through her mind. The warehouse around her faded away, replaced by the vivid scene of her father's murder. His lifeless body, the sound of the gunshot, the blood – it all came rushing back.

Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, each beat echoing the gunshot that took her father. Her breathing quickened, shallow and rapid, as if she couldn't get enough air. Her vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges. She felt a crushing weight on her chest as if an invisible hand was squeezing the life out of her.

Ares's voice became a distant echo, blending with the ghostly cries from her