Kaela stood among ashes.
The air still smelled of fire and death.
Her hands trembled — not from fear, but from something far worse.
Power.
It pulsed through her veins like a living storm.
"You destroyed them," the cloaked man said calmly.
Kaela shook her head. "No… I didn't—"
"You did," he interrupted. "And you will again."
She looked at him, anger rising. "Who are you?!"
The man stepped forward, removing his hood.
Sharp eyes. Cold expression.
"I am Ryven," he said. "And I was sent to kill you."
Silence fell.
But he didn't move.