As Alex's deep voice echoed across the battlefield, all eyes locked on him. He held the glowing orb in his hand, its radiance casting soft, flickering light on the blood-soaked ground beneath him. With a smirk hidden behind the mask, he said, "There's only one of this, and so many of you… so, who should I give it to?"
The silence that followed was deafening, the tension so thick you could cut it with a dull blade.
Although they quickly started replying, he just didn't hear them while pretending to be listening.
He stared at the orb, twisting it slowly between his fingers. Inwardly, his thoughts were far removed from the chaos surrounding him.
All this nonsense, just for this…
The battlefield stretched out around him, littered with the bodies of void creatures, fallen elvin and other side warriors, and the remnants of what once was the Queen's forest. The air was thick with smoke and the tang of iron.
