Arrow Erome [PRO]

He stood on the chalk-white cliff overlooking the Cinder Sea. Below, the city of Veridias burned for the third time this decade. The invaders—hollow men with furnace hearts—did not want land or gold. They wanted the silence Erome protected. They wanted the echo of the world’s final scream.

He released.

He would have to choose more carefully next time. But for now, in the blessed, ringing silence, Erome allowed himself a single, broken whisper of a smile. arrow erome

Erome’s fingers trembled. The arrow’s power was not in its flight, but in its choice . It would strike whatever he truly desired to destroy. If his heart wavered, if it held even a splinter of vengeance for his fallen family, the arrow would find the warlord. And the siege engine would incinerate the last library of silent prayers. He stood on the chalk-white cliff overlooking the Cinder Sea

His orders were clear: loose the arrow into the heart of the invaders’ siege engine, the great iron beetle vomiting fire onto the lower terraces. But as he drew, the arrow’s hunger spoke to him. Not the machine, it whispered in a voice like his own mother’s. The man commanding it. The warlord on the black horse. End him, and the rest scatter. They wanted the silence Erome protected

He closed his eyes. The city screamed. A child’s cry cut through the din.