Chapter 208

Every second had felt like a battle of survival, every strike a decision between life and death. It had taken me countless moments, careful timing, and precise movements to overpower them, relying on instinct and muscle memory honed over years of training and confrontation. I could still feel the soreness in my shoulders, the twinge in my forearms, a dull ache running along my ribs, all reminders of the danger I had faced and survived, my heartbeat gradually settling back into rhythm as adrenaline slowly drained from my system. The cool evening air brushing against my sweat-slicked skin offered little comfort, but I welcomed it anyway.

“I do. Nothing to worry about,” Sohrab responded with a smile that never reached his eyes, a hint of unease threading through his calm exterior. He fell into step beside me, his movements precise, almost purposeful, and I could sense his mind turning over possibilities, as if he were always calculating, always watching. A few moments of silence