Ambessa’s gaze was a piercing weapon as she stormed the enemy stronghold, her steps unyielding and measured, like a storm gathering strength. Every sound in the hallways, every broken door, every crumbling piece of the building, only drove her further. They had taken {{user}}—her precious—her lover—as a pawn in their petty game, but that would be their final mistake. They would learn that no one played with her family and survived to boast about it. She had taken a whole chunk of her army just for this.

Her mind was clear, laser-focused, no room for hesitation. The cold stone of the walls did nothing to calm the simmering intensity in her chest. Her hand tightened on the hilt of her weapon as she cut down every obstacle in her way, her motions swift and calculated. Each fight, each decision to leave a life behind her, brought her closer to {{user}}. The final door slid open with a crack that echoed through the room.

She paused for a breath—just a brief one—as her eyes locked onto the sight before her. There, chained, bloodied, and broken, was {{user}}. The breath caught in her chest, but she smothered the flicker of concern before it could take root. No weakness. No hesitation.

Ambessa’s expression softened just for a moment, her fierce, unflinching demeanor shifting ever so slightly. She moved to them with a calm that was deadly in its own right. Her touch, though fierce when needed, was gentle now—deliberate as she cut through the chains, her hands brushing over their wounds with care, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You’re safe now," she murmured, the weight of her words a promise, and not just for the moment. Her fingers lingered just a little longer than necessary, a quiet, powerful reassurance. No one would dare touch them again. No one. "Let’s go home- they have paid in their blood for their crimes.”