THE DOOR
She knelt directly in front of Mwajuma, her radiant, golden eyes filled with an easy, comforting warmth.
"Nothing is wrong, my fierce Earth-Breaker," Zuri smiled, reaching out to gently trace the fading amber tattoos on Mwajuma’s arm. "You simply possess the raw, uncorrupted power of the old world. We are not used to fighting alongside a titan."
Mwajuma shook her head, her tactical mind refusing to let it go. "No, Zuri. It isn't just that I am strong. It is that they are weak."
The word hung in the air, blunt and uncomfortable. But Mwajuma wasn't insulting her sisters; she was stating a battlefield fact.
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