Faye's POV
There are moments when you witness something that changes everything you thought you knew about a person. Watching Hardy transform into something beyond human comprehension was one of those moments.
I had heard whispers about Lord Hardy. Stories of his ruthlessness. Tales of how death followed in his wake. People spoke of his kills in hushed tones, describing a man who took lives without mercy.
But stories pale in comparison to reality.
The way he moved through his enemies wasn't just deadly. It was art. Each strike flowed into the next with a precision that made it seem natural, as if violence was written into his very bones. What disturbed me wasn't the killing itself. It was how comfortable he looked doing it. No hesitation. No regret. Just pure, controlled destruction.