Chapitre 275: Power is power

The trio of Reggie, Gunther, and Randal stood in the dimly lit safe house, their eyes fixed on the doorway through which Blake had just departed. As the echo of his footsteps faded into the night, a heavy silence settled over the room, punctuated only by the soft hum of distant city sounds filtering through the windows.

Reggie, the eldest and most diplomatic of the three, broke the silence with a weary sigh. "He's still finding his way," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of understanding and concern.

Gunther, the stalwart guardian, nodded in agreement. "But at what cost?" he grumbled, his frustration evident in the furrow of his brow and the set of his jaw.

Randal, the silent observer, remained stoic, his expression betraying nothing as he absorbed the weight of their words.