LUCEN'S POVMy brows lifted slightly. Alpha Osen. Of course. The name rang like a bell I had stopped hearing months ago, when I was too busy trying to find Eli. I met Osen ,way back to the war. The war had been over, the borders redrawn, the treaties signed. Osen, once a rival commander, had become an uneasy ally. The thought of him standing in my hallway now felt… inevitable.I rose from the chair, the leather creaking under my weight, and headed downstairs. The corridors smelled of polished wood and faint incense, a reminder that even in a house built for war, there were still rooms meant for quiet.When I entered the main hall, Osen was already standing near the living room, his broad shoulders framed by the fire’s amber glow. Beside him, Emon... tall, lanky, with a nervous energy that made his hands tremble, shifted his weight as if trying to find a comfortable stance on a floor that suddenly felt unfamiliar.“Lucen,” Osen greeted, his voice gruff but not unkind.“Osen,” I replied
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