Narrator’s Point of View

The night over Batangas was clear—moonlight spilling across the wide stretch of land that looked calm from afar but hummed with the pulse of danger underneath. The hills hid secrets, and in their shadow stood Antonio’s stronghold—a fortress of greed built on blood and ruin.

Inside Manolo’s mansion, the war room burned with tension. Maps sprawled across the table, the edges curling under the low hum of the hanging bulb. Alesia’s revelation had shifted the ...