For a week, the atmosphere in the abandoned apartment was thick with an oppressive silence, as if the air itself had congealed, taut and ready to snap. Damon moved through the dust-laden rooms like a wraith, his demeanor tight and razor-focused. The troubled king had disappeared, replaced by a steely general, one meticulously crafting blueprints for the battles ahead. His voice, barely above a whisper, danced in the shadows as he conducted guarded phone calls, strategizing beneath the dim light ...