A King Who Walks Alone [Part-2]
"I'm not walking into death."
A pause. Just long enough for them to feel the edge of it.
"I'm walking into control."
The words settled.
Slow.
Heavy.
They didn't explode—they sank in. Like something inevitable. Like something already in motion.
Ronan's jaw tightened slightly, but he didn't argue. Not this time.
Black exhaled through his nose, the sound quiet but edged with tension.
"…Then at least take a unit."
He tilted his head just enough, eyes narrowing.
"You don't walk into something like this alone—not even you."
The words didn't echo loudly—but they landed heavy.
The kind of weight that settles in your chest and refuses to move.
For a brief moment, no one spoke again.
Not because they had nothing to say—
but because everyone had something to say, and none of it would change him.
Because now it wasn't just about what Leon planned—
It was about whether they were going to let him do it his way.
