Pieces Of Her Heart
Few weeks later,
Under a heavy, brooding sky that seemed to echo the mood of the mission, Asher, flanked by his fully armored protector, Eradicator, moved with purposeful strides from various lands in the Dracyra continent.
The landscape varied from stark, windswept plains to dense, ominous forests, each territory marking the domain of a different clan or kingdom. The journey was long, the negotiations intense and fraught with silent tensions and unspoken betrayals.
As they left the hall of the last tribe—a reclusive group known for their fierce independence—Asher's silhouette cut a frustrated figure against the dimming light of dusk.
The doors swung shut behind them with a resounding thud that seemed to seal yet another failure.
Asher paused just outside the entrance, his posture sagging slightly, a rare show of fatigue and disillusionment.