Chase

As we materialized in the abandoned storehouse, the dim lighting and musty air enveloped us like a shroud. The scent of decay and neglect hung heavy, a potent reminder of the space's long abandonment.

Uriel, Gabriel, and I fanned out, our eyes scouring the shadows for any sign of Belzebub or his minions. But the silence was oppressive, and the only sound was the soft creaking of old wooden beams.

My wounded pride and bruised body still lingered from my defeat at Uriel's hands. The memory of our duel still burned in my mind, a bitter taste that refused to fade. As we searched the storehouse, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards Uriel, who had so effortlessly bested me.

Gabriel's voice broke the silence, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Stay sharp, Daniel. We don't know what we're up against." I nodded curtly, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at my belt. I had no intention of being caught off guard again.

As we moved deeper into the storehouse, the silenc