Syria’s POV
“No! No!” the leader screamed at the top of his lungs. “We f*****g refuse!”
His voice echoed sharply across the field. Even with the barrier already reinforced and the counter-attack formation prepared, he still refused to back down. His face was twisted with anger and desperation, clinging to the last thin thread of pride he had left.
He was on his knees, dirt smeared across his cheek, sweat dripping from his hairline. Around him, Kael’s warriors stood in a wide circle, weapons raised, eyes cold and focused. I stepped forward slowly, my boots scraping against the ground as I walked toward him.
“You’re still not giving up, huh?” I said, looking down at him. My voice was calm, but inside, I was tired—tired of the chaos, tired of stubborn leaders who couldn’t accept reality e
