(Time-Stilled World, Desert Plateau, Leo's POV)
Leo crouched low behind the sand dune, his gaze locked onto Karl's twitching frame, as blood from the two fallen assassins pooled into the cracked earth beside their fallen bodies.
Currently, he wasn't the only one hesitating.
The remaining five assassins stood frozen around Karl as well, their gazes landing nervously on one another, as they wrestled with the same uncomfortable question as he was:
Do they stay and fight?
Or do they run while they still could?
It was the kind of decision that couldn't be made lightly. And for Leo, it ran deeper than just fear or rage. Because for him, this wasn't just some random lunatic roaming the sands.
This was Karl.
The man who had betrayed him.
The man who had smiled in his face and fed him food, while secretly working to deliver him into the hands of death.
The man who had turned on his team without a flicker of remorse.
