“Vincent,” she whispered again, her voice trembling.

But there was no response.

The air was thick with dust, a suffocating haze that made it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. Katelyn’s mind raced as she scanned the room, her instincts screaming at her to move.

She didn’t know where Sophia was now but remembered the woman’s position before the blast. That memory was all she had to go on.

Without wasting another second, Katelyn flipped herself over and dragged Vincent behind the nearest pillar with all the strength she could muster.

When she finally reached the relative safety of the pillar, she noticed the blood seeping from Vincent’s arm. Her stomach churned at the sight, but there was no time to tend to his wounds.

Suddenly, the sound of a distant thud reached her ears, followed by the telltale hiss of another bomb hurtling through the air.

Panic flared in her chest, and she immediately yanked Vincent with all her strength toward the farthest pillar.

The bomb landed with a sickening thud just where they’d been moments ago, a deafening blast echoing in the distance, followed by a fresh wave of dust and debris.

Sophia couldn’t see through the smoke, but it wouldn’t matter. Katelyn knew the ruthless woman wouldn’t stop until they were both dead. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let fear paralyze her.

The moment Katelyn and Vincent moved away from the pillar, another deafening explosion rocked the room. The force of the blast was overwhelming, sending shockwaves through the air and shaking the ground beneath them.

Everything happened in a blur, leaving no time to react. Those who had miraculously survived the earlier blasts were obliterated in an instant. Except for Katelyn and Vincent, no one was left alive.

A cold, steely resolve settled over Katelyn as she processed the devastation. Her eyes, once filled with panic, now glinted with icy determination.

Sophia wasn’t just ruthless; she was completely unhinged. This wasn’t just an attack—it was a massacre. And if something wasn’t done quickly, they would be next.

Katelyn carefully propped Vincent against the wall in a relatively safe spot, ensuring his safety. Then, swiftly and silently, she began to edge along the perimeter of the casino, using the thick, swirling dust as cover. Her movements were calculated, and her breathing was steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

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Then, the unmistakable sound of gunfire echoed, and two bullets slammed into the floor near her feet. She reacted instantly, her body springing into motion, narrowly avoiding the deadly projectiles.

Katelyn’s instincts screamed that something was wrong. The consecutive explosions had filled the casino with dust, making it nearly impossible to see. Yet somehow, Sophia still knew exactly where she was.

Her eyes darted upward, catching the faint red blink of a surveillance camera.

Of course. The dust might have obscured human eyes, but the camera could still detect her movements. Even in the chaos, her faint silhouette was enough to give her away.

It was like having a tracking device pinned to her back.

Without hesitation, Katelyn drew her gun, her fingers steady despite the chaos. She aimed at the camera, and with a sharp shot, shattered the lens. The red light blinked out, leaving only the echoes of destruction.

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