No One Talk To Me My Current Fic Obsession Just Dropped Another Chapter

No one talk to me my current fic obsession just dropped another chapter

Dorian saw their armor, the gleaming silver and white—is that a Valkyrie?

His stomach lurched. His head swam. Am I dead? Shit. I must be dead. That had to be it. Because the Valkyries were gone. Legends. Long dead. They were stories.

The copper-haired one moved fast, so fast his sluggish mind barely tracked it, twin swords flashing as she blocked Solon’s next strike with terrifying precision. The winged one had her blade raised, defensive, to cover him.

Valkyries were lethal. They are going to kill Solon. Through the haze of blood loss and exhaustion, the words tore from his throat, desperate, frantic— “Do not kill him! They are under the Queen’s control!”

He was hallucinating. He had to be hallucinating. Because instead of ignoring him, instead of cutting Solon down, the copper-haired one nodded. They fought in a seamless tandem, matched each other's rhythm, Blades flashed, swift and brutal, locking Solon’s movements. Smoke curled around their ankles, but they stepped through it with ease, dodging and parrying until—

Solon went down. They had him pinned. He was alive.

Dorian slumped against the nearest thing that could hold him upright, panting, still trying to process what the hells just happened. Then, because he was either concussed, dying, or absolutely losing his mind, he managed, hoarse and utterly delirious—

"I’m either dead or hallucinating… either way, you two are terrifyingly beautiful."

Both warriors turned to stare at him. Twin glares, sharp as their blades, promising a swift end if he wasted another breath on nonsense.

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