The Heavenly Demon of Terror

(Samuel's POV)

As I stepped off the train and onto the streets of Prague, the cold night air greeted me. The city was as beautiful as ever—ancient architecture mixed with modern life, the streets alive with quiet energy.

And there, leaning casually against a lamppost near the station, was Henry.

The bastard had a smug look on his face, arms crossed, like he had been waiting for hours just to make me feel late.

I smirked, walking up to him.

"Didn't expect you to fly all the way from New York to get here first."

Henry pushed himself off the post, stretching lazily.

"Jet lag's a bitch, but you know me—I move fast."

I scoffed. "Right. So, what's the plan?"

Henry's golden eyes gleamed with excitement as he motioned toward the distant ruins beyond the city.

"We're hitting the sealed dungeon tonight."