The Betrayal of Lanassa

The streets of Argos were a battlefield.

Pyrrhus cut through his enemies, his sword drenched in blood, his warriors pushing forward.

But then—a whisper in the wind.

A shadow on the rooftop above him.

He looked up.

And saw Lanassa.

Her green eyes were filled with something unreadable.

"Lanassa," he whispered.

Then—the tile fell.

It struck his skull, sending him to his knees.

His vision blurred.

A blade pierced his chest.

Pyrrhus gasped, choking on his own blood.

He looked up again, searching for her.

Lanassa watched him.

Not with triumph.

But with cold, empty silence.

And Pyrrhus of Epirus fell.