I stood there, frozen in the corridor outside the Healing House, my hands still trembling. The metallic scent of blood still clung to me, sharp and suffocating, refusing to fade no matter how many times I flexed my fingers. That was when I felt it. A gaze. Heavy. Intense. It settled over me like a weight I couldn’t shake. Slowly, almost reluctantly, I looked up.
And saw him again.
Fannar stood across the wide corridor, leaning slightly against one of the stone pillars. He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. He was simply watching… me.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Calm in a way that made the chaos around him feel distant, like the world bent slightly around his presence. His pale blond hair fell loosely across his forehead, strands catching the dim torchlight like frost. But it was his eyes that he
