The leader clenched his teeth in hatred and indignation, casting a murderous glare at Aziz, as if promising him a pain equal to a thousand deaths. His eyes were filled with suppressed fury, a rage that burned as intensely as the desert sun at its peak. It was a gaze that carried not only a threat but also a bitter frustration. He refused to accept the looming defeat, nor the humiliation of seeing his men fall one by one before a young enemy.
Aziz, for his part, found the leader's indignation amusing. It was almost ironic to watch that fierce-looking figure, as if he could crush anyone with the power of his stare, yet deep down revealed a veiled fragility—an insecurity hidden behind bluster and empty words.
