The oppressive atmosphere of the fortress seemed to press down on Azarias as he stood, his posture rigid with tension. Valentina's piercing gaze bore into him, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and cunning.
"Tell me, you planned it from the beginning, didn't you?" Valentina's voice was silky smooth, each word carefully measured.
Azarias began to rise, his movements deliberate and controlled. "I read chess before coming here," he stated flatly, his tone betraying nothing of his inner thoughts.
"Tell me everything," he commanded, turning to face her fully. His unwavering gaze locked onto hers, a silent battle of wills unfolding between them.
Valentina's lips curved into a sly smile. "My loyal blade. A celebration of war. You are about to sacrifice something." The words hung in the air.
"That is—" Azarias began, but Valentina cut him off swiftly.
