Kalev’s POV
The armory smelled like oil and metal. It was a familiar smell. It had always smelled this way, but I noticed it more now. The sharp, clean edge of it grounded me. Maybe it was because I felt like I was doing something proactive. Maybe I just missed fighting. I’d been a warrior once, in my youth. I’d never fought in battle, but I was well-trained.
The room had exploded into whispers when I left. My mother was not happy about my decision. It didn’t matter. I knew everyone was stunned. But I didn’t care. This was the only way to save Senna.
I moved down the line of lockers, pulling gear without hesitation. I collected armor plates, reinforced fabric, and a harness fitted for movement rather than display. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I would likely be attacked the moment I set foot
