Chapter: Khavsov
The night lingered heavy in the air as Tolisk and Jafad stood in the aftermath of their fierce battle with the assassins. The room bore the scars of the conflict: splintered wood, shattered glass, and scorch marks where energy had collided. Tolisk leaned against a wall, his breaths labored and sweat dripping from his brow.
Jafad, as calm as ever, stood by the window, gazing into the quiet streets below. His hands rested on the hilt of his sword, though his posture suggested he anticipated no further trouble. Yet, his words betrayed his vigilance.
“They’ll send more,” Jafad murmured and his expression dark. “It’s not over.”
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