Chapter 69: A Familiar Face
The night was thick with tension, the kind of silence that presses on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. Alex stood frozen, her sword still in her hand, the weight of the moment settling into her bones. Her mind was racing, struggling to make sense of what had just happened. The shadows had swallowed the man whole, leaving only the faintest trace of the pendant he wore. That pendant—she knew it well. It had been burned into her memory for as long as she could remember.
It was the same one her brother had worn the day their family was torn apart. The same one she had buried beneath the ruins of her past. The one she thought she would never see again.
Ethan's voice broke through the haze of her thoughts. "Alex! What the hell happened?"
