RAGNA POV...
I watched it all happen, every single step, every merciless second, and yet the black steel knight didn't even spare us a glance, moving like the countless lives he had crushed beneath those iron boots were nothing more than faded numbers etched into a forgotten ledger, his strides heavy and deliberate as each collision of steel against the floor sent tremors through the house, making it feel less like a home and more like a coffin being dragged forward by the unstoppable will of a death god.
In the next heartbeat, he was already before us, the air folding inward under his presence as he reached out without hesitation, forcing his way closer and trying to rip me from my mother's trembling embrace, and when his palm clamped around my left arm, the sheer strength in that grip told me he never once considered the idea of resistance.
