Hours after their narrow victory, Dexter sat quietly on the couch, his hands still tingling with residual energy from the fight. Around him, the apartment looked like a war zone—furniture overturned, shattered windows, and the faint hum of the strange device on the table. The Abyss had come for them with everything they had, but Dexter and his crew had survived.Barely.Mia slumped against the wall, exhausted, her hands resting on her knees. Lila busied herself reloading her weapons, and Leo sat cross-legged on the floor, patching up a wound on his arm. Despite the tension and exhaustion, there was an unspoken sense of accomplishment in the room.“We bought ourselves some time,” Lila said, breaking the silence.“Yeah, but not much,” Leo muttered. “They know where we are now. That was just a warning.”Dexter exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “We can’t stay here.”Mia looked up, her eyes dark with concern. “Where do we go? It’s not like the Abyss is going to let us waltz out
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