When two strangers robbed the market stall, Nico’s hand found his dagger before fear could. A clash, a bright line of blood—and suddenly, the boy stood alone, breathless, tasting the sharp edge of his own courage.
V. Fortitudo (Courage)
When two strangers robbed the market stall, Nico’s hand found his dagger before fear could. A clash, a bright line of blood—and suddenly, the boy stood alone, breathless, tasting the sharp edge of his own courage.