Book 2: Chapter 85

Antonio’s heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The words hung in the air like a death sentence. He felt the ground slipping away beneath his feet, his carefully constructed world teetering on the brink of collapse. 

Ares is alive. 

The statement echoed in his mind, and he struggled to process its implications. 

For a moment, Antonio’s carefully crafted facade slipped, and he couldn’t help the shock that flashed across his face. He had been so sure, so confident that Ares was dead. He had seen it happen, or at least he thought he had. But now, with Enzo’s revelation, everything was thrown into doubt.

“H-how is that possible?” Antonio stammered, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. He couldn’t afford to let them see how deeply this news had rattled him.

Enzo’s gaze remained steady, cold, and calculating. “Someone rescued him,” he said, his voice even and measured as if discussing a business transaction rather th