RAGNA POV...
Just outside my house, the world felt as though a verse of reality itself had been rewritten the moment they saw the Black Steel Knight of the Holy Shrine holding me in his grasp, and all eyes gathered on us with naked contempt, their cheers erupting as if they had narrowly survived a great calamity rather than witnessed the ruin of a family.
Some spat openly onto the ground, others wore smiles stretched wide with victory as they laughed and celebrated, and a few lingered at the edges with fear carved into their faces, yet despite the mix of emotions none of them showed even the faintest trace of pity.
Laughter filled the night without restraint, cheers and shouts overlapping into a single deafening noise, and beneath the glow of burning torches their shadows stretched long and distorted, pooling together like an abyss swallowing the ground beneath their feet.
