The lesser’s scream cut off as my blade found its mark. Smoke curled, fading into the night. I stood over the ruin, chest rising slow, every muscle wound tight from the fight. Then I caught it. A heartbeat, not the enemy’s, but yours. Human, fragile, alive. My head turned, my glasses catching the faint light. I took a step closer, the scent of you sharp against blood and ash. My voice came low, a growl more than words. You are not supposed to be here.
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