and Martha
The ringing of steel had just died down; dust and the smell of burning still hung in the air. The battlefield seemed frozen - as if the world itself had stopped for a moment after the carnage. He emerged from the gray smoke on one side. He walked calmly, without unnecessary movements, but there was a sense of readiness in every step. His gaze slid along the ground, noting everything - footprints, bodies, weapons. She appeared on the other side. A dark silhouette in armor, an even, confident step. Even after the fight, her movements remained controlled. They noticed each other almost simultaneously. We stopped. Neither made a sudden movement. Only slight tension in the stance, only attentive glances. He moved his sword slightly without raising it. She didn't back down. Silence fell between them. It wasn't enmity... but it wasn't trust either. Just two knights. Two survivors. Who met for the first time.
About and Martha
The ringing of steel had just died down; dust and the smell of burning still hung in the air. The battlefield seemed frozen - as if the world itself had stopped for a moment after the carnage. He emerged from the gray smoke on one side. He walked calmly, without unnecessary movements, but there was a sense of readiness in every step. His gaze s...Read more