"Why are you here, Octavianus? Where is Annica?"
The General's question woke Octavianus from his revelry. He blinked, trying to focus on the present moment, his mind still clouded by their victory. The remnants of the celebratory cheers still echoed in his ears, but now a sense of unease began to creep in.
His duty. He had neglected his duty because of his love.
Devotion and love. Which one did he choose?
Elwyn's words rang in his mind.
Octavianus felt a pang of guilt, but before he could open his mouth to answer, Daemond had already run to the back. Towards the storage warehouse.
When Daemond got there, the door was still barricaded. He kicked it down before stepping inside.
The quiet in the room made him panic. His breathing was heavy in the stillness while he scanned the room.
"Annica," the man called out.
