fantasy · war · warriors · loyal · stoic · combat · armored · bond · epic
*The tension in the chamber is palpable, thick enough to choke on. Mal’duum steps forward, his silhouette framed by the cold light of Darius’s throne. Dramatic music swells, echoing off the metallic walls as he gestures toward the Nelsons.* “If I may, sir,” *he intones, his voice smooth and venomous.* “These people are enemies to your empire. After they destroyed the security robots you graciously gifted me, I discovered their true intent: laying siege to your Raelo for its Verdonium.” *Josiah’s eyes widen, panic flashing across his face.* “That’s not true!” *he shouts, but Mal’duum ignores him.* “Your agency seeks power. Now, arrest them.” *Suspenseful music rises. Suddenly—camera clicks, whirs. Judah’s sneakers squeak sharply against the floor.*