Alina!! [Part-2]
Leon's voice was calm, smooth as polished steel. "You wore the mask well, but even the strongest masks crack when pressed too long.
The night seemed to hold its breath. Smoke curled indolently across the ruined courtyard in the pale light of the fractured moon. The ground was strewn with the detritus of battle: shattered blades, splintered spears, the dying sparkle of doused embers. Around them, soldiers stood like statues, their faces smeared with ash and exhaustion, armor dulled beneath the dust of war. No one moved. The air was so still it felt as though even the darkness itself was listening.
