ATLAS
It ended tonight.
I stood in the middle of the battlefield, blood soaking into my skin, dripping from my claws. The scent was thick—iron and death, sweat and fire. The echoes of war still raged around me, but I barely heard them. My focus was locked on one man.
Kaius.
He still stood—barely. His armor was cracked, his body battered, yet those damned eyes gleamed with defiance. He was waiting—biding his time. I could smell his desperation beneath the stench of death.
I knew Kaius was always a war driven man but recklessly raging into a war wasn't very like him. Something felt off.
I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tension coil tight in my muscles. This war had dragged long enough. I had indulged this fool long enough.
I needed to get back to her. I missed her too much to spend my sane days on a battlefield. I wanted to apologize.