They stood on a rooftop overlooking Harvest Spire, its jagged peak glowing crimson under the blood moon. The tower was like a needle piercing the sky—alive, pulsing with stolen power.
Cam scanned the spire. "Signal from E just came through. He's inside. Somewhere near the 40th floor."
"Alone?" John asked.
"Not for long."
Derek adjusted the chain-blade on his back. It gleamed in the moonlight—eerily familiar. The same kind of weapon that had killed his wife.
"I'm ready," he said.
Speen's shadow flowed behind him, turning into twin scythes.
"Let's burn this bitch to the ground."
Cam smiled. "Five go in. Five come out. No more goodbyes."
Then the four brothers launched from the rooftop—one in flight, one by chain, one with a shadow, and one in a suit of dreams.
And somewhere above, crashing through the roof like a cannonball—
E returned.