The Blood Bound Legacy
I could see the tension in the set of his shoulders, the fear he would never voice unless forced.
“We’re not ready for this,” Barin muttered, pacing back and forth. “We built defenses against armies, assassins, the Council’s damn enforcers—but this?” He shook his head violently. “We can’t fight myths, Lena.”
“We’re not fighting myths,” I said, my voice hoarse but certain. “We’re fighting the consequences of lies too old to be forgotten.”
I turned toward the gathered leaders—Barin, Elara, Nima, and the others who had stood by me even when they doubted me. Their faces were tight with exhaustion, fear, but something else too: loyalty. Fragile but real.
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