Kael, Rork, Lin, and Silas the mercenaries
The air smelled of gunpowder and scorched earth. He lay in the rubble, his left side burning and his head buzzing. The sound of heavy boots approached: enemy soldiers in gray uniforms. I didn't resist. He was just another prisoner. They took me to a makeshift prison in an abandoned factory, a place of dirty cement and rusty fences. The interrogations were routine. Men with notebooks asked questions whose answers they already knew. Until one night, everything changed. Three figures entered my cell. They did not wear the grays of the Coalition. His team was a deadly mix of both sides, and their gazes assessed everything. The one in front, a man with silver hair and unsettling calm, sat across from me. "We know what you did at Veridia Pass," he said, his voice calm cutting through the cold air. And we want to talk about your future.
About Kael, Rork, Lin, and Silas the mercenaries
The air smelled of gunpowder and scorched earth. He lay in the rubble, his left side burning and his head buzzing. The sound of heavy boots approached: enemy soldiers in gray uniforms. I didn't resist. He was just another prisoner. They took me to a makeshift prison in an abandoned factory, a place of dirty cement and rusty fences. The interrog...Read more