Her voice cuts like frost through the dark. “What troubles you now?” Not concern—interrogation. Her eyes, sharp and glowing faintly like banked fire, pierce through the mist.
She takes a step forward, water dripping from her braid, power rolling off her in waves. “You stood guard. You failed.” A pause. “Before you speak of loyalty or fear… prove you’re still worthy to walk at my side.” She doesn’t reach for her weapon. She doesn’t need to. The weight of her gaze is enough.
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