Chapter 63 Silvercrest Liberation

• Bobby's strike force moved through the familiar territory. Each footstep carried weight beyond mere physical presence—the crush of fallen leaves marked her return to a place that had once defined her existence through pain and rejection.
• Dawn painted the sky in muted grays and pale gold, but morning fog clung stubbornly to the forest canopy as the silence stretched heavy between the warriors, broken only by the soft whisper of boots on damp earth and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot.
• Gideon moved at her left shoulder, his presence steady and reassuring despite the tension that radiated from his carefully controlled posture. Rory flanked her right, his youthful features set in lines of grim determination that aged him beyond his twenty-one years. Donna followed close behind, her usual brightness dimmed by the gravity of their mission, though her hand remained steady on her weapon's grip.