"What's the meaning of this?! We saved you! You owe your life to us!" Dmitri roared, his voice echoing across the silent camp. His anger broke through the morning calm like a whip crack.
Sharina turned to him, her eyes steady and cold, the weight of her authority pressing down on him like a mountain. "You might have saved my life," she said evenly, "but that doesn't entitle you to my Twin Moon Blade. My life means nothing compared to my children."
The camp fell still. Her words carried a sting that silenced even the wind.
Roni's heart slammed against his ribs so hard it hurt. His breath caught, and the world tilted when Sharina's gaze settled squarely on him.
"The player over there," Sharina said, raising her voice, "saved my son, Draki, from certain death while the rest of you stood back—watching. You waited for me to fall so you could claw your way toward my weapon like scavengers over a corpse."
