Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

Coat soaked, boots silent, eyes carved from patience and violence. Her gaze locked on Eirwen—the same bones, the same cold steel. The Widow. Alive. Unbreakable. Watching. “Well,” she said, her voice smooth as glass. “You’ve made a mess.” Domenik shifted instantly, blocking Eirwen with his body—no hesitation, no show. His hand lifted, ready for violence. The Widow’s eyes flicked over his stance—a faint, knowing smile. “Still loyal?” she murmured. “Disappointing.”