[Leif's POV — The Chamber —Continuation of Doom]
Alvar stood there like a warrior preparing for execution. Back straight. Jaw tight. Eyes determined. And on the ground before him—
An entire battlefield of LEGOs. A cruel rainbow of wooden pain spread across the floor like the gods themselves said:
"Let him suffer."
I sat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, arms crossed, glaring like a villain whose time for revenge had finally come.
"Take off your boots."
He swallowed. "Leif—"
"TAKE. OFF. YOUR. BOOTS."
He obeyed instantly—like I'd invoked an ancient law written by the gods of heartbreak themselves. The boots hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Barefoot.
Perfect.
Justice begins now.
Alvar looked at the LEGOs… Then at me… Then back at the LEGOs… Like he was trying to negotiate with higher beings.
I pointed to the colorful death traps scattered on the floor. Cold. Sharp. Merciless.
"Step," I commanded.
