Ardan’s PoV

I was at the training ground and all I could hear was the sound of fists connecting with bodies. I watched as Isiah led his group through drills. The fighters moved in rhythm, their movements were sharp, disciplined, and efficient. Though they were rogues, they were unlike any I had encountered before—focused, loyal, and united.

I stood off to the side, watching with a detached curiosity. My blade was hung at my side, freshly sharpened but unused. I still wanted revenge but for now, I was unsure.

“Enjoying the show?” Isiah said as he approached me.

I turned to him, crossing my arms. “You’ve got a good group.”...