Leos' eyes fluttered open to the faint, flickering light of a campfire. The air smelled of smoke, damp earth, and a subtle sweetness he couldn't place. For a moment, he lay still, half-convinced he was dead, drifting somewhere between relief and acceptance. The familiar laughter of his men echoed around him, blending with the crackle of the fire. A rough chuckle escaped his lips as he thought, Well... if this is the afterlife, at least I've got my brothers with me.
"Feeling better, boss?" A familiar voice interrupted his haze. A woman with short auburn hair leaned over him, a teasing smirk on her face.
"Alex?" he mumbled, disoriented. "My body's still sluggish, but it'll pass." He managed a small smile, trying to sit up. But then, it hit him—if Alex was here, and if his men were laughing and alive, then... was he really still alive?