Lucian's POV
A Failure
I glance at Freya one last time, seeing the same resolution mirrored in her eyes. This is it every decision, every sacrifice, has led to this moment.
But our tense encounter abruptly shifts when, without any warning, a smoke bomb is hurled into the hall, sending waves of confusion and mild panic surging through the air. The acrid stench of the smoke seeps into my nostrils, making my eyes sting as a suffocating gray haze envelops the room, clouding everything in sight.
“What... what is going on?” Styrbjorn Irk coughs, his voice barely audible over the chaotic shouts and sounds of stumbling feet as the dense smoke engulfs us.
It becomes impossible to see anything, not even Freya. Damn it! The smoke clings to my skin, thick and heavy, making each breath feel like
