CHAPTER 58

The morning sun was beginning to rise, casting long shadows over the rubble of the collapsed warehouse. Philip and Clara lay on the cold ground, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The dust settled around them, creating an eerie silence after the chaos they had just survived.

Philip's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but one stood out above all others: Lane was still out there, and his cryptic words haunted Philip like a dark cloud. "This is only the beginning." What did Lane mean by that? What more could he possibly have planned?

"We have to find him," Clara said, her voice trembling as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. "We can't let him get away with this."

Philip nodded, his jaw clenched in determination. "You're right. We need to move fast before he disappears again."

But as he stood up, his body protested with sharp pain. The ordeal had taken a toll on him—physically and mentally. He glanced over at Clara, noticing the exhaustion etched into her features. They were