Chapter 217: Whispers Of Clash

Night descended upon the city like a suffocating shroud, but within the hidden city, a different energy crackled in the air. The whispers, their faces grim but determined, donned makeshift armor and strapped on weapons – a motley collection of salvaged guns, makeshift blades, and anything that could inflict damage. Amelia, adrenaline coursing through her veins, checked the pistol holstered at her hip. The memory of her encounter with The Rat was fresh, a reminder of the dangers that awaited them. But fear was overshadowed by a fierce determination. She wouldn't let Marco's death be in vain. At the center of the cavern, Isabelle stood tall, a charismatic general rallying her troops. "Tonight," she declared, her voice ringing with authority, "we fight for our city, for our freedom! We strike at the heart of The Shepherd's control, creating chaos and disrupting their operations." She gestured towards a group of whispers, their faces masked and figures cloaked in darkness. "Ethan lead