LOGIN“You want me to pull it out?” Luz repeated, his voice flat. He knelt beside them, the weight of his bronze armour settling heavily. He did not look at Emile’s face– he looked at the arrow. The shaft was notched deep into the abdomen, the wood stained dark with blood. “If I pull it, he bleeds more,” he said, his bronze gauntleted hand hovering near the wound. “If I leave it, it festers. Who shot him?” Emile took a bandage out of the satchel. &ldq
“You want me to pull it out?” Luz repeated, his voice flat. He knelt beside them, the weight of his bronze armour settling heavily. He did not look at Emile’s face– he looked at the arrow. The shaft was notched deep into the abdomen, the wood stained dark with blood. “If I pull it, he bleeds more,” he said, his bronze gauntleted hand hovering near the wound. “If I leave it, it festers. Who shot him?” Emile took a bandage out of the satchel. “The golden archer,” Emile said simply. “That is what the bandages are for. Not time for fire.”“Move,” he said to Emile, not unkindly, but with the absolute authority of a commander. He did not wait for her to comply. He reached out, his gauntleted hand gripping the shaft of the arrow just above the entry wound. “This is going to hurt,” he warned Salvaxe, though the man was already drifting in and out of consciousness. Luz’s fingers tight
Brain watched the city with the pride of a man seeing his masterpiece. “The heart of the continent,” he said gesturing toward the towering cathedral that pierced the clouds. “Built from nothing but blood and necessity. You will find everything you require here.” Estrela stood beside him, her gaze sweeping over the densely packed buildings and the moss-covered walls. Her eyes lingered on the statue of the warrior facing the sea, its stone sword pointed toward the horizon as if expecting an enemy. “It is crowded,” she remarked, her voice neutral. “People from all over the continent come here to do business,” Brain said proudly, his hand making its wat to Estrela’s lower back. The ship drew closer to the stone steps, the hull scraping softly against the wooden bumpers. Brain’s hand settled against the small of her back, his fingers pressing firmly through the leather straps of her armour. Her body stiffened for a fraction of a second– a sharp, internal flinch that
As Amelia stilled and drifted back into peaceful slumber, Luz let out a breath he had not realized her was holding. His shoulders dropped, the tension draining from them in a slow, heavy wave. He watched her for a long minute, waiting to see if the peace would hold, until her breathing settled back into that steady, quiet rhythm. He leaned his head back against the bulkhead, closing his eyes. The ship’s motion was hypnotic, a gentle rocking that felt almost like a lullaby. His hand drifted to his wrist, fingers brushing against the frayed white ribbon hidden beneath the bronze steel of his gauntlet. The fabric was thin, worn down by years of friction and sweat, but it was still there. “I am still here, Amelia,” he whispered to the empty air, so quiet it barely carried past his own lips. “I have not left yet.”Estrela returned, she stopped in the doorway of the cabin. “We are approaching Cidade dos Escravos,” she announced in a quiet t
After Estrela left the cabin, leaving Luz and Amelia alone below deck…Luz watched Estrela’s silhouette disappear out the door and up the stairs, the silence of the cabin deepening as she left. he did not move for a long time; his gaze fixed on the empty space she had occupied. The ship swayed gently, and he finally shifted, turning his head to look at Amelia. Her breathing was deep and even, her face smoothed by sleep into something almost peaceful. It was a rarity in this world– a moment of genuine peace that did not feel borrowed from a nightmare. He reached out, his fingers hovering just above her red hair before he caught himself. The metal of his bronze gauntlet felt too heavy, too wrong against something so fragile. He pulled his hand back and rested it on the edge of the cot instead. The darkness outside was absolute. Somewhere above, the wind was picking up, whistling through the rigging in a low, mournful tune.Amelia dreamed she was st
“He is afraid of bugs,” Estrela said with a light amused smile. “I do not know if that will help. But I once saw him jump up a table at the sight of a spider.” Mar stared at her, completely blank for a moment. The tension that had been coiled in his shoulders like a spring suddenly lost its tension. “He is afraid of bugs,” he repeated, flatly. He looked out at the looming cliffs of the mainland, then back at Estrela, who was actually smiling. The absurdity of it– this legendary, ruthless hunter of the Santo Order, a man who had likely killed dozens, being undone by a common spider– was almost too much to process.“That is… not what I expected you to say,” Mar admitted, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself. “But I suppose everyone has their weakness. Even predators.” He shook his head, trying to bring himself back to the gravity of the situation. “Still, a spid
“I am not suggesting a course change. I have to face Escuro and expose that Santo Order for what they are,” Estrela said as she wrapped her arms around herself. “And I do not have a specific location for the seers. Even the spirit with his fast resources could not find them. But perhaps after dropping us of at Cidade dos Escravos… you and Emile could go to the South Reaches. With her sight she might be able to find them and you will both be far away from Escuro and the Santo Order.”Mar watched her wrap her arms around herself, the gesture small and defensive, like someone trying to hold their own pieces together. He had not expected her to be thinking about their future– about anything beyond her own survival. “You are planning ahead,” he said, his tone more surprised that accusatory. “That is new.” He looked out at the sea, they grey water churning beneath the hull. the idea of Cidade dos Escravos was a jagged, ug
“What in the bloody hell are you doing here?” Luz’s voice emerged rougher than intended, betraying both anger and something deeper he couldn’t quite name. His grip tightened on the hilt until his knuckles turned white against the black veins crawling up his fingers. “Luz?” Amelia asked softly, he
The Corrompido army settled into a makeshift encampment along a mountainside, their tents scattering amongst the gravestones of an old graveyard. Luz dismounted near a cluster of officers’ tents, his shadow-dark horse whickering softly as it was led away by a Corrompido soldier. He moved with pra
The moment Amelia turned her back; something shifted in Luz’s posture. His gauntleted fingers tightened around the reins, the black leather groaning in protest. The crimson glow in his eyes intensified for a fraction of a second– a visible tremor running through his as if an unseen current had ju
Lugar onde Cultivamos is a small rustic village nestled in a lush, forested valley. A winding dirt path ran through the village, leading into the woods. The path was well trodden, with patches of grass growing along its edges, giving it a natural, lived-in feel. On either side of the path were qu







