His gaze flickered over to Nnenna, still unconscious under the tree, and the weight of his resolve hardened. No matter what happened next, no matter the odds, no matter the cost, he would protect her. To the end.
Behind him, Arthur's stance mirrored his thoughts without a single word exchanged between them. His face was impassive, but there was no mistaking the fury burning behind his eyes.
His hands were already moving, adjusting his position as his body coiled, ready for the fight. He, too, had made his decision: there was no backing down now. He was prepared to fight, even if it meant dying here.
The two of them were more than ready.
Somto's fist tightened as shadows dropped from the trees, one after another, until the forest floor swarmed with black masked figures. They had been there the whole time, hiding in the branches like patient predators.
"They really came prepared," he muttered under his breath, scoffing.
