Chapter 5 - The Heavy Oak Mansion Doors Begin To Open
Before Chloe could scream for the estate guards, a deep, resonant mechanical click echoed through the vaulted ceiling.
The heavy oak mansion doors swung outward slowly, pushed open by unseen hands from the sunlit veranda outside.
A sharp intake of breath echoed through the foyer as a sleek, matte-black motorcade pulled up to the main steps.
Four armed federal marshals stepped out of the lead vehicle, their tactical vests bearing the insignia of the Department of Justice.
Behind them walked an elderly man with sharp silver hair, leaning heavily on a carved ebony walking cane.
His eyes swept across the grand marble interior until they locked instantly upon the glowing golden lion crest on Elena’s neck.
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The old man dropped his cane, his weathered face trembling as tears welled up in his tired, hawk-like eyes.
“My God... the prophecy of the lion has returned to the house,” the old man whispered in a choked, emotional voice.
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