The atmosphere in the station was tense and electric as the soldiers began to return. Their black uniforms were now stained with dirt and blood, their exhaustion visible in every step they took. The scent of sweat, blood, and Crimstone lingered heavily in the air.
Then, Sath entered.
He walked with measured calm, his uniform torn at the back and blood seeping from the arrow wound. Soldiers moved to assist him, but he growled, “I’m fine,” his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument. He strode forward, steady despite the blood loss, heading straight for the medical station where Liam waited.
Leah stood frozen, her heart pounding. The sight of him bleeding so heavily, his powerful frame still upright as if nothing could fell him, sent her into a spiral of panic. Her mind rac
