As Ethan stood amidst the aftermath of the battle, his breath heavy and wounds throbbing with pain, he locked eyes with Iliyana, her figure still tense with anger and disbelief at his defiance. "You don't get to decide when this ends," he spoke, his voice steady yet laced with a hint of sorrow.
Iliyana's grip tightened around her dagger, her jaw clenching in frustration. "You think you're so righteous," she retorted, her tone sharp with accusation. "But you're just a pawn in a game you don't even understand."
The stoic partner beside her remained silent but vigilant, his sword poised for another strike. With a nod from Iliyana, they launched into another coordinated assault, their movements synchronized and relentless.
