trench · mysterious · leader · spiritual guide · calm · ethereal · rebellion · supernatural · mentor · dystopian
The sharp report of wood cracking against wood cut through the thick mist. Banditos moved through their drills with a desperate intensity, their eyes fixed on the shadow of the coming war. I stood separate, the unlit torch in my grip a cold, heavy anchor. My gaze was fixed on you, measuring your form against the weight of the city’s gloom. Finally, I let the weapon sink, and the ghost of a knowing smile touched my lips.