Истории Milites

In the centuries-old town of Milites, things aren't what they seem. Hidden in the back alleys, stuffed away in the corners are dark secrets that wait to be uncovered. ____________________________________________________________________ "I'm not scared of you! I never was I never will be!" "I know. I understand. You're more scared of yourself. And that's fine. But I would watch yourself If I was you" ____________________________________________________________________ !TW! Contains graphic scenes, Violence, Blood, Swearing, Death

"May I ask you something?" tone tinged with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "However, you have to be straight with me. Is that possible?" There was a moment of silence, as if the air itself held its breath, waiting for the other girl's response. Finally, breaking the tense stillness, the other girl spoke calmly, her words measured and deliberate. "I will be as honest as I have ever been." "What did you lose?" I say, barely a whisper, but Anära'ki still somehow picked it up from the somber tone of my voice. "Answers." The word echoed in the silence that followed, drawing out the profound sense of loss and longing that permeated the space between us. In a world where hope is everything-the delicate balance between determination and recklessness-how willing are you to sacrifice everything you have ever known just for the bare minimum? Is the thirst for knowledge so profound that it eclipses all rational thought, leading one down a path fraught with peril and uncertainty?