The safehouse's dim lights cast long, skeletal shadows on the walls as the group gathered around a worn, wooden table. Arachne's eyes gleamed with calculation, her fingers drifting over a map of the Shadow Realm spread before her. "We've got the Shadowborn Council on our tails, Kyle. And Lucifer's playing a deeper game than we thought."
Kade leaned back, his chair creaking softly, his eyes narrowed. "What's the play? Hit the Council first?"
Lyra's moonlit skin seemed to glow faintly in the dim light, her voice soft. "We need leverage. Something to take down the Council...and Lucifer."
Snow's digital projection flickered, her expression intense. "I've found something. A secret archive in the Shadow Realm's heart. It contains proof of the Council's dealings with...darksiders beyond the veil."
Lilith's eyes locked onto Kyle's, her voice low. "The archive is guarded. We'll need shadows...and fire."
