Igor

The first explosion didn't just shake the citadel—it shattered the night.

I was mid-sentence in an interrogation, the latest maid reduced to tears under the harsh glow of the dungeon lights, when the world lurched. The shockwave rolled through stone and bone alike, rattling teeth in skulls, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the ceiling. Dust rained down like the first whispers of an avalanche.

I was moving before the debris settled.

Attack.

The second explosion hit as I burst into ...