The room was suffocating with tension. The sharp gleam of steel, the weight of silence, the narrowed eyes of Commander Valerie—everything led to this moment. Luke stood with his hands raised slightly, trying to diffuse the hostility, but the cold edge of her blade near his throat made it painfully clear that this was no bluff.
He let out a nervous chuckle, raising an eyebrow as if to downplay the situation's absurdity.
"Alright, I get it. Point made," Luke said, his voice casual despite the blade still hovering near his skin. "You're the intimidating, no-nonsense commander, and I'm—"
Before he could even finish, a flash of silver streaked toward him.
A sharp sting bloomed across his cheek.
Luke flinched back instinctively, his right palm pressing against his face. His fingers trembled as they came away slick with warm blood. A thin but deep cut ran from just below his ear to beneath his eye—a mere inch away from permanent blindness.