Dimitri’s POV
Blood, c*****e and War.
That was the purpose carved into my very being: to destroy, to wound, to kill.
The clash of blades rang out like a brutal symphony, weaving together with the agonized screams of the fallen. Smoke choked the air, thick with the stench of charred flesh and the metallic tang of blood. My kingdom—my very home was under attack, and fury surged through me like fire in my veins.
At the front lines, I fought without pause, my sword cleaving through the battlefield with merciless precision. Corpses crumpled at my feet, their blood soaking in the soil, but there was no room for sorrow, no space for hesitation. The rogues pressed in, their eyes burning with the same hatred that raged within me.
These weren’t disciplined soldiers—they were outcasts, banished
