Chapter 838: Girl that is left behind
Sometimes, we do things without ever knowing what they’ll mean to someone else.
Lucavion stood still in the aftermath of steel and silence, the faint hum of the crowd distant now, like an echo in another room. Jesse had returned to her side, her blade sheathed, her breathing steady despite the storm she’d just unleashed. The fight had ended—not with triumph or blood, but with something far quieter. Far heavier.
His hands were still open. Loose. Unarmed.
But his mind...
There are decisions we make because of the moment we’re in, he thought. We tell ourselves it’s logical. That it’s survival. That we had no other choice.
And at the time, it made sense.
He remembered the dusk when he’d walked away from the Lorian camp, alone. When he’d abandoned the chain of command, discarded the insignia, left behind everything that tethered him to that war. He hadn’t felt remorse. Not then. The world was shifting, bleeding at its seams, and he—armed with the knowledge from Shattered Innocence—knew the outcome before most even realized they were pawns.
Lorian Empire would lose.
And he?
He wasn’t about to drown with it.
He wasn’t a savior. Just a man who refused to be swallowed.
So I left.