Chapter 77
- Dante
- The images stared back at me like they’d been waiting. Grainy at first, shadowy figures, firelight flickering, smoke curling against the lens, but now enhanced, sharpened, focused. Every pixel screamed the one thing I didn’t want to admit.
- The tattoo was clear. A jagged brand, inked in dark iron lines just beneath the man’s underarm, half-visible as he raised his arm to strike.