"Enjoy your false sense of security, young one. Because in seventy-two hours..."
A pause.
"...it will all be over."
The Wyvern shrieked in agreent, dark wings spreading slightly before folding back in.
---
**[APARTNT – THAT EVENING – 9 PM]**
The team ate dinner together—a simple al Emily had prepared (no one else trusted their cooking skills at a mont this stressful).
The conversation was light, forcibly normal.
But the underlying tension was impossible to ignore.
Everyone knew the hunters were out there.
Everyone knew an attack was inevitable.
It was only a matter of *when*.
Raven pushed a piece of bread around her plate without eating it. "I keep thinking about the timing," she said quietly. "They’ve had days to act. Why haven’t they yet?"
"Because professionals don’t rush," Alex said, setting down his fork. "They gather information first. Map every exit, every pattern, every weakness. By the ti they move, they want it to be over before we even realize it’s started."
"That’s reassuring," Raven muttered dryly.
"It also ans we still have ti," Emily added. "Ti to prepare. Ti to think."
Grim, perched on the corner of the table, watched the exchange quietly. His red lights pulsed slow and steady, like a heartbeat.
**"We are. Not. Helpless."**
No one argued with that.
After dinner, Mrs. Thorne knocked at the door.
Alex opened it—she was there with a plate of cookies as always, but her expression was worried.
"Hello, dear," she said quietly. "May I co in for a mont?"
"Of course." Alex stepped aside.
Once inside, she looked around—noting the new alarm crystals, the tension in everyone’s posture.
"Serious trouble, isn’t it?" It wasn’t a question.
Alex decided not to lie. "Yes. Soone... soone dangerous is looking for . They’re watching the building."
She nodded as though she had expected exactly that answer.
"I saw a man yesterday. Late at night. On the rooftop across the street. Watching this building specifically. Watching *you*, I think."
"What did he look like?"
"Mid-forties. Dark hair with grey at the temples. Very cold eyes—like a seasoned soldier’s." She paused, creasing her brow. "And he had sothing large with him. In the shadows, I couldn’t see clearly, but I heard... wings. Beating occasionally."
Kael and his Wyvern. Confird.
"Thank you for telling ," Alex said sincerely.
"Of course. I may be old, dear, but I’m not blind." She paused, sothing flickering behind her eyes that looked less like concern and more like old, familiar calculation. "How long has he been there?"
"At least three days. Maybe more."
She made a quiet sound in the back of her throat—not surprise. Recognition.
Mrs. Thorne placed the plate of cookies on the table, then turned to face Alex with a serious expression.
"I was an adventurer for thirty years, dear. Gold-ranked before I retired. And while I’m seventy-three now..." A small smile, full of steel. "...I still rember very well how to fight. If you need help—real help—just knock on my door."
Alex blinked, genuinely startled. "I can’t ask you to put yourself at risk—"
"You’re not asking. I’m *offering*." She patted his arm with a surprisingly firm hand. "This building is my ho. You are my neighbors. Good neighbors, I should add. And nobody—*nobody*—threatens my neighbors without answering to ."
Before Alex could formulate a response, she continued.
"Besides," she winked, "it would be good to shake the rust off these old bones. Five years since my last real fight. A bit of exercise would do good."
She left before Alex could protest any further.
Grim, who had been watching the entire exchange, spoke.
**"Mrs. Thorne. Is. Incredible."**
"Yes," Alex agreed, staring at the closed door with a mixture of gratitude and worry. "She really is."
Emily pressed her lips together. "She ans it, you know. I’ve seen that look before. On priests who’ve already decided to do sothing regardless of what anyone else says."
"That’s what worries ," Alex admitted.
But she had also added one more na to the list of people who could get hurt if things went wrong. He filed that thought away and didn’t let it go.
---
**[2 AM – EMILY’S GUARD SHIFT]**
Emily sat in the chair by the living room window, her prayer book in her lap (a Temple habit she hadn’t managed to break), watching the street below.
Everything was quiet. Peaceful.
Too quiet.
Grim (80cm form) patrolled the room, checking every shadow, every corner.
**"Emily. Tired?"**
"A little," she admitted. "But it’s fine. Just two more hours, then Alex takes the next shift."
**"Scared?"**
Emily considered lying, then decided against it. "Yes. Very."
**". Too."**
She looked down at the small skeleton, surprised. "You? Scared? But you’re..."
**"Dead? Yes. But. I still. Feel. Fear. For. Master. For. Team. For. Family."**
"Family," Emily repeated softly. "Yes. I suppose that’s what we are now, isn’t it?"
She glanced around the quiet apartnt—at the alarm crystals glinting faintly in the dark, at Raven’s coat draped over the second chair, at the faint warmth still coming from the kitchen where dinner had been made. All of it so ordinary. All of it worth protecting.
**"Yes. That. Is. Why. We. Fight. We protect. Family."**
A comfortable silence settled between them.
Then Emily spoke again. "Grim... do you think we’ll survive this?"
**"Yes."**
No hesitation. No doubt.
**"Because. We have. Sothing. Hunters. Do not have."**
"What?"
**"A reason. To live. That is not. Money."**
Emily smiled faintly. "Let’s hope that’s enough."
**"It will be."**
Another pause stretched between them, softer this ti.
"You know," Emily said quietly, almost to herself, "when I left the Temple, I was terrified. I didn’t know who I was without it. Without the structure, the purpose it gave ." She turned to look at Grim. "Now I think I understand. Purpose isn’t a place. It’s the people you choose."
Grim’s red lights pulsed once—slowly, warmly.
**"Well said. Emily."**
She laughed softly, surprised by it. "Don’t tell Alex I said sothing profound at two in the morning. He’ll never let live it down."
**"Secret. Kept."**
---
**[SA NIGHT – 2:30 AM – ALEX WAKES]**
Alex sat up sharply in bed, heart hamring.
A nightmare. Again.
This ti, Kael had caught him. Had hurt Raven. Killed Emily. Destroyed Grim.
Just a nightmare. Just—
**[CRITICAL SYSTEM ALERT]**
**[HOSTILE DECISION DETECTED]**
**[ENEMY HAS CONCLUDED RECONNAISSANCE PHASE]**
**[ATTACK IMMINENT: HIGH PROBABILITY]**
**[ESTIMATED TI: 18–24 HOURS]**
**[PROBABILITY: 89%]**
Not a nightmare.
Reality.
Alex got up and walked to the living room where Emily was still on watch.
"Emily."
She turned. "Alex? What’s wrong?"
"The system just updated. Attack imminent. Eighteen to twenty-four hours."
Her face went pale. "Are you sure?"
"89% probability. It’s... it’s real. It’s coming soon."
Emily swallowed, then nodded with a steadiness he hadn’t expected. She closed her prayer book carefully, set it on the table. "Then we wake Raven. We make our final plan."
"Yes."
"And Alex—" She t his eyes directly. "—whatever happens, we face it together. Not as a group of people who ended up in the sa place by accident. As a team. As family." She paused. "I needed you to hear that before whatever cos next."
He looked at her for a mont. "Thank you, Emily."
"Don’t thank . Just survive."
But before either of them could move—
Grim froze in the middle of the room, red lights flickering urgently.
**"Sothing. Changed. Outside."**
Alex ran to the window and looked toward the rooftop where they knew Kael kept watch.
The dark figure was standing now—no longer hidden in shadows.
Standing in plain sight.
Looking directly at his window.
Even at this distance, Alex could feel those cold, calculating eyes.
Then Kael—because it was unmistakably Kael—raised one hand.
He waved.
Simple. Casual.
The ssage was clear: *"I see you. I know you know I’m here. And soon I’m coming for you."*
Then he turned, and whistled.
The black Wyvern erged from the shadows. Kael mounted.
They launched into the night sky.
Gone.
But the ssage had been delivered.
The observation phase was over.
The hunt was about to begin.
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