Prologue

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The air crackled with tension as William and Luana stood inches apart, their words like gunpowder in a room already set to explode. Decades of hatred, generations of bloodshed—this moment had been inevitable.

A sneer curled her lips. "You still look at me like your enemy."

His fingers twitched at his waist. She saw it—felt it in her bones—before he even moved. In a flash, the cold weight of a gun was in his hand, the barrel aimed at her head.

Her own gun was drawn, pressed firmly against his skull.

Silence.

A heartbeat.

Then another.

Their eyes locked, neither willing to yield. It was more than just power—it was pride, vengeance, everything their families had burned into them since birth.

One trigger pull, and it would be over.

But neither moved.

Instead, they breathed, surrounded by the ghosts of their ancestors, knowing that the next decision would change the course of history forever.

Would they continue the war... or end it with something far more dangerous?

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