Eros stepped forward, his boots crunching over broken stone and fragments of shattered steel as he walked toward the crater where the war sister lay sprawled. Her armor was cracked, her breathing shallow. He looked down at her for a moment, his face hidden behind his mask, and frowned slightly—but he did not move to help her.
His gaze shifted from her to the demon standing only a few paces away. He nodded once, muttering under his breath, "I see."
The soldiers watching whispered nervously, their eyes darting between the two figures. The tension in the air was suffocating—thick enough to choke on.
Eros then began walking forward, each step steady, deliberate, unhurried.
Amanda immediately stepped out from the group, reaching for him. "Husband, please think about this carefully," she said, her voice trembling slightly despite her usual composure. "That demon… it's…"
