"Oh—oh gods—I—" I froze, staring at my own hand. "I forgot. I forgot I was—super strong—I am so—"
No one moved. No one smirked. No one looked at me like I was anything other than death with a pulse.
Even my own men lowered their heads. Hector made a very small, terrified sound behind me. Okay.
Note to self: no casual slapping ever again.
I straightened, wiped my hand on my already ruined pants, and squared my shoulders. "Now," I said calmly, my voice echoing across the valley, "tell me. What was the point of kidnapping knights, killing half of them, and dragging villagers into this cursed land?"
I leaned forward slightly. "You may not answer. You may lie. You may ignore me."
The air went tight. "But you know who I am now," I finished softly. "And you know what I can do."
The moment I stopped talking—They all spoke. At once. In unison.
I blinked. That was… deeply unsettling.
