@James stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping through his hair, carrying with it the scent of salt and the weight of destiny. Below, the sea roared, its waves crashing against the rocks like a symphony of chaos.
Azriel approached, his footsteps silent against the jagged ground. James turned, his eyes blazing with unspoken resolve. The fire in his gaze said more than words ever could, and Azriel, with a knowing smirk, caught every nuance.
For a moment, the two men stood in silence, the wind their only companion. Azrielās smirk deepened into a faint smile, one that carried understanding and approval. Without a word, he turned and walked away, his silhouette fading into the stormy horizon.
James turned back to face the abyss. His jaw clenched, his fists tightened, and his eyes, sharp as daggers, glinted with unrelenting purpose.
āItās time,ā he murmured, his voice low but steady.
Time for Khan !!!.
A menacing determination filled his gaze as he stepped forward, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.