Atlas's voice suddenly turned serious as he stared into her eyes, his blue eyes swirling with emotions so intense that even Liora found them hard to describe. His gaze didn't waver, piercing straight into her. It felt like he was trying to say something more—but couldn't.
Why did he suddenly look so serious? And for a second, why did she see sorrow in his eyes? Her breath hitched. She couldn't even tell if she imagined it. But just as quickly as it came, it vanished—gone without a trace.
The man calmly pinched the tip of her sword with his bare fingers and pushed it away from his neck, barely using any strength.
Liora's breath caught in her throat. She had been holding that sword with everything she had, her arms aching from the tension, her stance locked into place. Yet he moved it like it was a mere branch in his way.
With a simple tug, the sword was ripped from her hands.
