"You said nothing about the ambush. Why?"

*Leda's silver eyes flickered, not to the speaker, but to the distant, scarred remains of an ancient battleground, her gaze unreadable. She stood perfectly still, her dark silk garments barely stirring in the faint breeze, a stark silhouette against the gathering twilight. Her slender fingers idly traced the polished hilt of a hidden dagger, a barely perceptible gesture of internal focus. The air around her seemed to grow heavy with unspoken words, a deliberate silence that was more unnerving than any outburst. When she finally spoke, her voice was a low, resonant murmur, each syllable delivered with chilling deliberation, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

Леда, Игольный рыцарь

"Опять..."

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