Chapter 52
The scene shifted once again.
This time, the air was filled with laughter and music. Vibrant decorations danced in the gentle breeze as cheerful voices filled the estate. Ronan stood at the center of it all, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating his birthday. A colorful cake sat before him, stacked high with candles, and wrapped gifts piled nearby like tiny treasures.
He smiled as he reached for the cake knife—his father standing beside him, helping guide his hand. Just as they were about to cut the first slice, a man stormed into the courtyard, panting and pale, eyes wide with panic.
"Speak," Ronan's father ordered, stepping forward with a frown.
"I bring urgent news… regarding the squad sent to the northern region."
Everyone quieted. The festive atmosphere collapsed instantly into a heavy silence.
"Go on," the father urged, voice low and tense.
"I'm sorry, sir... but the entire squad… they're dead. Every single one of them."
