THE LAST RESISTANCE: RISE OF THE HOROS

Previously

…“Mr. Thorne,” the man said, his voice as smooth and unyielding as polished granite. “Agent Sterling requests your presence. It would be… unwise to refuse.” Elias clutched the journal tighter, his knuckles white. He was trapped. The shadows had found him. The chase had begun in earnest. He looked at the artifact, then at Agent Sterling, a chilling realization dawning: the quiet life he’d known was over. The Horos had whispered, and now, the world was listening.