Chapter 11: No Room for Mercy
Coming out of the stable, the cool night breeze caressed Lucien's face.
He looked up.
Above him, two moons—one crimson, the other pale blue—hung in the sky like celestial sentinels.
"What a beautiful night," he murmured, allowing himself a moment of peace.
But the peace was short-lived.
As he passed the stone staircase near the old training grounds, he spotted movement, two young soldiers, accompanied by an old veteran with a weathered face and calm, calculating eyes.
Seeing him emerge, they quickly moved toward him.
"Young master!"
Both soldiers spoke in unison, standing side by side and raising their hands in salute.
Lucien said nothing. He simply stared at them.
There was something different in his gaze