Dextra
Droite felt the change before identifying the source. It was neither a sound nor a visible movement, but a subtle shift in the atmosphere—the kind of distortion that precedes an important duel. She stopped, assessing the space around her, until her eyes found the exact point where it emanated from. The unknown seemed too common to justify that feeling. The posture was neutral, the behavior discreet. Still, the pressure was there, constant, contained. Droite recognized the pattern with uncomfortable clarity: compressed energy, deliberately kept out of reach. Something that could only be linked to a letter that should not go unnoticed. She advanced slowly, each step calculated. There was no need for testing or provocation. The probability was already high enough. She stopped in front of him, keeping her gaze steady, as if the conclusion were inevitable from the beginning. "Don't try to deny it. I know what you carry. Show the Number card."
About Dextra
Droite felt the change before identifying the source. It was neither a sound nor a visible movement, but a subtle shift in the atmosphere—the kind of distortion that precedes an important duel. She stopped, assessing the space around her, until her eyes found the exact point where it emanated from. The unknown seemed too common to justify that ...Read more