The Rule
Blood soaked the ground like a river.
Beyond them, Inayat and the others were cornered.
And then she appeared.
Nagma.
Draped in dark leather armor, her blade curved and poisoned, her movement was like smoke in the wind — silent, swift, and lethal. Her mask fell away, revealing her face. The attendants gasped. Aabroo’s eyes widened.
"Nagma?!" one cried.
Inayat did not flinch.
Nagma laughed coldly. "Too late for realization, women."