"You promised," Yun-Jin gasped, her voice breaking as the tears streamed down her face. "You promised you wouldn't go alone!"
The words hit Daemon harder than Osalf's blade. His chest ached, not just from the steel piercing his body, but from the weight of Yun-Jin's grief, the guilt that twisted inside him like a knife. He had promised. He had sworn to her that he wouldn't go in alone. And yet, here he was, bleeding out at her feet, the life slipping away from him faster than he could hold onto it.
Osalf's voice was a low growl as he pulled his blade from Daemon's chest, the steel slick with blood. "You think you can stop this?" Osalf sneered, his voice cold, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You think you can save him?"
