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Chapter Five: Enemy POV
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2025-12-29 09:58:22We felt it when she pushed back.
Not as pain—pain is crude, inefficient—but as resistance. A clean refusal that snapped through the lattice like a blade drawn along a nerve. The Axis did not scream. It corrected. That alone told us everything we needed to know.She was learning.That was… inconvenient.I withdrew my awareness from the seam carefully, slow enough not to provoke a secondary reaction. The last thing we needed was for her to realize how close we were. Proximity created urgency. Urgency sharpened her will.No—better that she believe this was only the beginning. A test. A warning.She had passed it.Barely.The scrying array dimmed as I pulled my hand back, runes cooling beneath my palm. Around me, the chamber remained quiet—too quiet for the kind of work we were doing. Stone walls dampened sound. Wards devoured intent. Everything about this place had been designed to make cruelty precise.Behind me, one of the others shifted. I didn’t
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Blood ,Fire and Frost Chapter Five: Enemy POV
We felt it when she pushed back.Not as pain—pain is crude, inefficient—but as resistance. A clean refusal that snapped through the lattice like a blade drawn along a nerve. The Axis did not scream. It corrected. That alone told us everything we needed to know.She was learning.That was… inconvenient.I withdrew my awareness from the seam carefully, slow enough not to provoke a secondary reaction. The last thing we needed was for her to realize how close we were. Proximity created urgency. Urgency sharpened her will.No—better that she believe this was only the beginning. A test. A warning.She had passed it.Barely.The scrying array dimmed as I pulled my hand back, runes cooling beneath my palm. Around me, the chamber remained quiet—too quiet for the kind of work we were doing. Stone walls dampened sound. Wards devoured intent. Everything about this place had been designed to make cruelty precise.Behind me, one of the others shifted. I didn’t
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