The Return of the Hades

General Flint

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In the midst of the standoff, a guard hurriedly approached Theodore, whispering urgently into his ear. Felicia, standing close by, overheard the exchange and couldn't suppress a smug smirk that quickly spread across her face.

Theodore's initial fear melted away, replaced by a gleeful anticipation. He whispered back, nodding, then turned to face Darien with a newfound arrogance, a stark contrast to the apprehension that had clouded his demeanor moments earlier.

"Why so confident all of a sudden?" Darien questioned, noting the shift in Theodore's expression. He scanned the room, trying to decipher the cause of their sudden smugness but found no clues.

Theodore didn't answer directly. Instead, he shared a look with Felicia, their smirks broadening as if they held a winning hand in a game. "You'll see," Theodore taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

Darien shook his head, sighing. "Last chance to do the right thing," he said, his tone even, but Theodore and Felicia merely laughed