They were moving away.
All of them.
Every enemy soldier she passed lowered their heads or averted their eyes, but none stopped her. It was as if the black sea were opening up before her, as if she were already part of this army. The demons around her had the build of beasts, but their eyes… their eyes burned with a cold discipline, a mental fortitude she had only seen in the highest ranks of her own domain. How was this possible? How could these tribes she had always despised have become an army more disciplined than her own?
Her boots sank into the snow, each step echoing like a death knell. And in the deathly silence, memories returned, her throat tightening.
"Don't do this..." Liora had told her a week earlier. Her twin sister, her mirror. Don't underestimate this valley. That Sora is hiding something. His victories aren't just random.
But she hadn't listened.
