Leon looked around him.
Fires burned across the camp. Smoke filled the air. Dead bodies lay on the ground—some friends, some enemies. The battle was still going.
Screams echoed through the hills. Swords clashed. Magic flashed in the air.
His heart felt heavy.
He turned his eyes to the sky and let out a loud, painful howl. It came from deep inside him, full of grief and anger.
Vlada was more than just a camp.
It was home.
In the lawless, broken South, Vlada was the only place that had given him peace, hope, and purpose. The only place that felt like something worth protecting.
And now… it was being destroyed.
By Azul’s men. By their greed. By their hate.
Leon’s howl faded into the wind. He lowered his head. His eyes had changed—no longer full of grief, but fire.
“No more,” he mut
