Sword of Vengeance (Bjorn and Zyro #2)[COMPLETED]

EPILOGUE: The Dawn of Alliances

Two days later, the sun dipped low over Barotac Nuevo, casting a warm, golden hue across the town as Conrad, Spike, and Violet found themselves seated at a rustic bar, a place that smelled of nostalgia and the salty sea breeze. The familiar sounds of laughter and clinking glasses enveloped them, but their hearts were heavy with the memories of their fallen comrades.

As they raised their glasses in a solemn toast to Bjorn and Zyro, a mysterious woman entered the bar, drawing the attention of the trio. She moved with an ethereal grace, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and an enigmatic aura surrounding her. They exchanged glances, curiosity piquing in their eyes.

"To Bjorn and Zyro," Conrad murmured, the words barely escaping his lips as they clinked their glasses together, the sound echoing with a bittersweet reminder of their loss.

Spike, ever the lighthearted one, attempted to lift the somber mood. "Hey, Conrad, I promise you, if there's anything I can do to bring them back, I'll do it. I'll storm the gates of hell if I have to!" His grin faltered, but he tried to infuse humor into the situation.

Before Spike could finish, the mysterious woman approached their table, her sharp eyes piercing through the veneer of camaraderie. "And how far would you truly go to save them?" she asked, her voice a blend of intrigue and challenge.

The question hung in the air, heavy and unyielding. Spike opened his mouth to respond, but Violet interjected, her expression firm. "We'd go to the ends of the earth if that's what it takes."

Conrad nodded, the determination in his gaze matching Violet's. "We're not leaving them behind."

"Then it's settled," Diana declared, her smile enigmatic as she gestured toward the door. "We travel to Siquijor. It's where Vanong kept his pets. Where he imprisoned his special enemies."

The trio exchanged looks of agreement, adrenaline coursing through them at the thought of their mission. They stood up, invigorated by the prospect of action, the somber mood shifting into one of resolve. They were ready to fight for their friends.

Just as they were about to leave, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows of the bar. It was Johnny Cortes, the werewolf leader, his presence commanding and intense. He surveyed the group with keen eyes, a sly grin breaking through his typically stoic demeanor.

"So tell me," he boomed, raising his glass to the group, "are we going to save Bjorn and Zyro?"

The question reverberated through the room, drawing the attention of others around them. A collective sense of purpose ignited among the group. They were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their determination to save Bjorn and Zyro from the clutches of darkness.