Chapter 7 - Loyalty without mercy.
Chapter 7 - Loyalty without mercy.
Three weeks passed, quietly and without ceremony —
as though time itself had been humbled by the weight of what was to come.
The elf did not seek praise, nor recognition, yet the villagers had begun to look upon him as something more than a stranger.
He spoke little, but when he did, even the wind seemed to pause.
Valtor had declared himself general, not with words but with his stance, his steps, the way his eyes scanned the horizon as if war itself could rise from the soil.
He trained with a hunger, his strikes echoing through the open field — loud enough for the trees to remember what battle once sounded like.
Lilith, ever silent, ever calculating, took the village into her gaze like it was already part of a kingdom no one else could yet see.
Without permission, without title, she had claimed the role of strategist not out of pride, but certainty.
She moved through the broken houses and overgrown alleys with the elegance of someone who saw beyond rot and ruin —
as if her eyes already envisioned corridors of stone, and steps paved in quiet obedience.