Chapter 58
502 Words
The land ahead no longer looked like land.
It looked like something that had forgotten how to be alive.
Broken stone stretched across the horizon like shattered bones. Dead trees stood twisted in unnatural angles, their branches stripped bare. The wind moved through the ruins—but it didn’t sound like wind.
It sounded like warning.
Diana slowed first.
The entire unit followed her lead without question.
Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “This is it.”
Theon scanned the area carefully. “No ambush positions. No cover. This is intentional.”
Kaelen exhaled slowly. “So she picked a battlefield with nowhere to hide.”
Diana didn’t respond immediately.
Her gaze was locked forward.
“…No,” she said finally.
“She picked a battlefield where nothing interferes.”
A pause.
Then quieter:
“This is personal.”
The air shifted.
Not physically—but perceptibly.
Like reality itself had taken a breath.
Nyxara’s voice surfaced, low and steady.
“She is here.”
Kaida followed immediately.
“Not far.”
Diana’s fingers tightened around her blade.
Dylan stepped slightly ahead of her.
“Stay ready,” he muttered.
“I am.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Diana finally looked at him.
“I know.”
And that was enough.
Then—
movement.
From the far edge of the ruins, figures appeared.
Slow.
Controlled.
Unbothered.
Not rushing.
Not hiding.
Just walking forward like the world belonged to them.
And at the center—
Camilla.
She stopped at a distance that felt deliberate.
Close enough to see.
Far enough to choose.
Her gaze moved across them slowly.
Dylan. Theon. Kaelen. The soldiers.
Then finally—
Diana.
A faint smile formed on Camilla’s lips.
“…So,” she said softly.
Her voice carried without effort.
“It’s not only me that decided to strike first.”
Silence fell instantly.
The kind that pressed against the chest.
Diana stepped forward.
Just one step.
Enough.
Camilla’s smile deepened slightly.
Nyxara whispered:
“Careful.”
Kaida followed:
“She is enjoying this.”
Diana’s voice was calm when she answered.
“You crossed into my world first.”
Camilla tilted her head.
“No,” she replied gently.
“I opened it.”
A pause.
Then her eyes sharpened—just slightly.
“And you’ve been living inside it ever since.”
Dylan’s grip tightened.
Theon shifted his stance.
Kaelen’s expression hardened.
But none of them moved.
Because this wasn’t the moment for chaos.
This was the moment before it.
Camilla took one step forward.
Then another.
The distance closed slowly.
Deliberately.
Like she wanted them to feel every second.
When she finally stopped again, her gaze locked fully onto Diana.
And she smiled.
Not warmly.
Not kindly.
But like someone confirming a truth she had known for a long time.
“…Let’s stop pretending,” Camilla said softly.
Then her voice dropped—sharper now.
“You know why I’m really here.”
Silence.
Wind.
Ruins watching.
And then—
everything held its breath.
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