"My King."
Leonidas performed a deep bow, lowering his head as he gazed upon Cain with unwavering respect and devotion. His posture was flawless, carrying neither hesitation nor pride—only loyalty.
Cain focused on the man before him and nodded slowly, admiration evident in his eyes.
From the first moment they had met, Leonidas had been someone who earned Cain's respect. He had endured a horrific curse that slowly devoured his memories and rationality, threatening to erase his very identity. Most would have fallen into madness or oblivion under such an affliction.
And Cain helped the man overcome the curse; his rise had been nothing short of meteoric.
