Kaelen's gaze moved between the two figures standing in the dim light of the chamber. His pulse quickened as his eyes fell on the towering figure of the general.
The man was a grim sight, his armor was tarnished and smeared with dark splashes of blood. His face was marred by fresh cuts, blood trailing from his cheek to his jaw, and his eyes held a cold, unyielding focus. And yet, something in the way the general's gaze flicked between Kaelen and the other figure hinted at a tension even he couldn't hide.
But it was the other person in the room that struck Kaelen with a jolt of shock. He whispered to himself:
"You..."
Liora—one of the people who had led the assault on Calaria, the same one who had left destruction in her wake. The very woman he had crossed paths with back then. Her dark and calculating eyes met his, and he could see the same realization dawn on her face. Her brows drew together in anger, and her lips were pressed into a thin line as she took a step forward.
