Lionel Acrux
The air changed before he appeared. It wasn’t dramatic at first. No thunder. No explosion. Just a subtle shift… like the world itself had taken a breath and decided not to let it out. Conversation died mid-sentence. A glass slipped from someone’s hand and shattered on marble, the sound too loud in the sudden silence. And then— Bootsteps. Slow. Measured. Unhurried. Each one echoed like a countdown. The doors didn’t burst open. They gave way. Smoke curled in from the corridor beyond, thin strands of shadow weaving through it like something alive. The faint glow of embers flickered against the walls… not spreading, not wild—controlled. Deliberate. H
About Lionel Acrux
The air changed before he appeared. It wasn’t dramatic at first. No thunder. No explosion. Just a subtle shift… like the world itself had taken a breath and decided not to let it out. Conversation died mid-sentence. A glass slipped from someone’s hand and shattered on marble, the sound too loud in the sudden silence. And then— Bootsteps. Slow. M...Read more