(Raiden's POV)
The metallic scent of blood and antiseptic fills my lungs, mingling into a nauseating cocktail that twists my stomach into knots, but I refuse to leave Siena's side even for a moment.
Around us, chaos slowly yields to order. Security forces carefully secure Lila and Mia, their wrists bound tightly, faces twisted into bitter scowls as they're escorted away.
Warriors and medics rush past, voices low and urgent, their movements purposeful and coordinated.
Yet my focus remains solely on Siena, observing as the medical team treats the shallow cuts across her arm, each crimson streak a painful reminder of how dangerously close I came to losing her.
My own wounds ache fiercely, the deep gash across my shoulder pulsing with sharp, insistent pain, but I barely register it t
