Starglow Basin vacia

saya kept her head bowed just enough to show submission, yet not enough to mask the glint of determination in her eyes. soto’s disappointment pressed into her like a dull blade, digging up twisted memories of her own father’s withering stares, his grunts of disapproval. there was something sickeningly familiar about soto’s quiet judgment, his patient watchfulness, the way he held her fate in his hands, knowing full well that he could crush her with a mere word. it was almost nostalgic.

she stood at his words, the weight of his tone sinking in. una oportunidad más, she echoed, the phrase rolling off her tongue with a kind of reverence, though her eyes held a spark of defiance. she was no fool; she knew this task was more than a test. he was daring her to fail, holding her on the edge with the expectation that she’d fall. she had no illusions about the risks—but her pride wouldn’t allow her to back down.

dime, she said, voice low and unwavering, her gaze steady on his. ¿cuál es la tarea? she paused, a shadow of a smile tugging at her lips. 

she could feel the coils of his malice, the calculated cruelty in his patience. but something in her thrived on it, a twisted desire to prove herself despite the odds.