ANTONIO POV

Agony surges through my body as I lift myself from the chilly ground. The fumes from the blast continue to hang in the atmosphere, heavy and oppressive, yet I disregard it. My head hurts, my ribs are sore from the collision, yet none of it is important. They believe I’m deceased. They have made a mistake. I stumble to my feet, clutching the closest damaged crate for stability. Nearby, my troops hustle to reorganize, with some hauling the wounded while others sift through the ...