The air in the room hung heavy and stagnant, the mottled shadows on the walls stretching out under the flickering light, as if ready to crawl onto their skin at any moment. Alden stood beside Milo's battered body, staring at his face, which had been nearly reduced to a pulp, his eyes betraying a unsettling sense of loss.
“Did you kill him?” His voice was low, as if forced out from the depths of his chest.
Bruce withdrew his gaze and shook his head slowly. “He's still alive.” He paused, his eyes sweeping over the bloodstains and broken tiles. “But I suggest we end him quickly. This guy... is off and dangerous.”
Silence filled the room as everyone speculated on the true meaning of his words. Bruce said no more, turning to extend his hand toward a tense-looking soldier.
“The dagger.”
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