Fallen General's Omega (BL)

Victor POV

"Just go," Raul grumbles, folding his arms.

I hesitate.

Roman lets out a sigh, his sharp eyes studying me.

"This is the best time to talk to Thorne," he says. "When he’s like this."

I fidget, shifting from foot to foot, then take a deep breath before stepping into the large greenhouse. The moment I enter, I’m engulfed in the scent of earth, flowers, and something distinctly fresh—life thriving in this secluded sanctuary. It’s nothing like the battlefields we’ve walked before, where blood soaked the dirt and decay hung in the air like a curse.

Instead, this place is vibrant. A piece of heaven.

A long pond stretches through the center of the greenhouse, its surface adorned with clusters of lily pads that bob gently in the water. Dragonflies flit across the surface, their translucent wings catching the dappled light filtering through the glass ceiling. Rows of flowers bloom in wild yet purposeful chaos—roses, violets, and strange, otherworldly flora that Thorne must have cultivated himself.

A watering can floats lazily through the air, as if it has a mind of its own. It hovers above a bed of delicate blossoms before suddenly veering off, dipping into the pond.

I track its movement as it disappears behind a dense cluster of purple flowers.

That’s where I find him.