Chapter 1919 Assassins Around

• The last sliver of sunlight bled out across the horizon, turning the world the color of bruised embers before surrendering to night.
• In the Black Triangle region, a nondescript sedan—paint dull, plates borrowed, windows dusty from too many border crossings—rolled steadily into that lawless pocket of earth.
• "You can almost smell the sin in the air out here," Finnegan muttered, eyes roaming the desolate landscape beyond the glass. Back in Loang, you'd never witness a sight like this.