The true power he brought with him was tattooed in his memory, in the list of names, dates, and Nestlรฉ bank transactions he had memorized while Aldren destroyed the structure from within.
Forget guns and knives ๐คฏ. Melthar is terrifying because his mind is a weapon of mass destruction! The fact tht he memorized those specific transactions while Aldren was busy burning the place down? Thatโs not just loyalty; thatโs a forbidden romance written in blood ๐ฅ.
'Itโs not clear,' Melthar whispered, his voice a harsh scrape in the stillness.
Does anyone else think this is where we find out wo's actually leading this mob? The shadows are too perfect. ๐ฅ
It depends on whether some...
STOP RIGHT THERE! ๐ญ We don't know who 'some' refers to yet! Is it Morgath? Or worse... is Melthar secretly working with the enemy too? The silence in this stairwell feels heavy with secrets, not just fear. ๐คฏ
'Esme,' Julian whispered. His voice was a taut thread, ready to snap.
Esme walked. She did not crawl, nor did she flee.
The silence that followed was not comfortable. It was dense, viscous. It felt like stagnant water in the New Orleans swampsโcold and laden with things that rot in the darkness.
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