Novel & Cerita Soldado

"Or shall I tell my brother you barred me? I hear he skins men slower when he's disappointed." The door groaned upward, revealing a chamber of steel and greed. Jorah whistled low, fingers trailing over hood ornaments. "Male strippers always did overcompensate." The soldier twitched. "Alpha Lucas, are you sure an Audi A6 won't do? Our Audi has bulletproof—" "What are you? Trying to sell me an Audi or something? Are you working on commision here?" I frowned. "I'm sorry, Sir!" the soldier straightened up.

"We will not falter! We are the guardians of this fortress, and we will hold until the enemy is repelled!" I heard a nearby soldier shout, "Alpha, look over there!" and my eyes snapped to the spot. One of Stella’s elite, a hulking figure in dark armor, charged forward with lethal intent. I readied my sword, stepping into the fray, but the enemy was too swift. The soldier landed a brutal blow, and my vision blurred momentarily as I fought to remain conscious.

The soldier crumpled to the ground, his eyes wide with shock. Lucian’s training had transformed him into a weapon, and he wielded himself with cold efficiency. He showed no hesitation, no mercy. His enemies were obstacles to be removed, nothing more. His movements were a deadly dance, each step calculated, each strike intentional. The battlefield was his stage, and he performed with ruthless precision.

“Tell me.” “He came out of the dark,” the soldier whispered. “Faster than my eyes could follow. We didn’t even draw our blades. He didn’t kill me. He just… looked at me.” Torin frowned. “Looked at you?” The soldier nodded. “Like he was deciding something.” “What something?” Sienna asked. The soldier’s eyes filled with tears. “Whether I deserved to die.” Sienna swallowed. “And why didn’t he kill you?” The soldier sobbed. “Because I said your name.”