Name That Shakes the Wall
"I admit defeat today. You win… Let's go."
Freddy Lavahound glared fiercely at Harry Taylor before turning to leave, his jaw tight, pride barely holding together.
"Wait…"
The single word drifted across the city wall like a blade sliding free from its sheath.
Instantly—silence.
The noise of the battlements, the low murmurs, even the wind carrying ash from the scorched wilderness seemed to freeze.
Everyone felt it.
A shift.
A weight.
Freddy stopped mid-step.
His spine stiffened.
Something bad is going to happen.
The thought didn't come gently—it slammed into him.
That voice…
Too familiar.
Not through friendship.
Through fear.
A fear carved deep into bone and memory.
Leon turned.
Then, under countless gazes, he began walking toward them.
Slow.
Unhurried.
Each step light—
Yet every footfall landed like a hammer against Freddy's chest.
The Lavahound experts behind him felt it too.
Their breathing grew uneven.
Their legs… weakened.
