Alex Fault
Freya slashed through the last undead, its body crumbling into dust.
She let out a heavy exhale, wiping sweat from her forehead.
The battlefield was finally clear.
But then—
She noticed something.
Alex had stopped moving.
His body was rigid.
His eyes were locked on something in the distance.
He didn't blink.
Didn't speak.
Didn't even breathe.
Freya frowned, confused.
She stepped forward, her boots crunching against broken bones.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.
Alex didn't answer.
Didn't even acknowledge her.
He just stood there.
Frozen.
Then, she saw it—
A subtle tremor in his hands.
Alex wasn't just standing still.
He was shaken.
His fists clenched as the weight of a single truth crashed down on him.
One of them had died.
Alex's mind raced.