Asher stood before the full-length mirror. His fingers moved as he fastened the final clasp of his combat coat. Black. Heavily armored. The logo of the Dominic empire gleamed faintly against his chest, etched into steel that had seen blood, fire, and victory. This was not clothing; it was a declaration, a promise to enemies.
He studied his reflection for a brief moment. The man staring back did not look afraid. His expression was calm, controlled, almost cold. But beneath the polished armor and disciplined posture was a heart that knew exactly what war demanded, and what it might take away.
Turning from the mirror, Asher strode into the open courtyard. The cold evening air struck his face, sharp and biting, carrying with it the faint scent of steel and damp stone.
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