The Tower: The Mysterious Giant & The Burden of the Sword Symphonic Rock Type Beat
--- 🌘 The Smile Beneath the Mask I’m sorry I was gone so long. There was just no way to explain what had transpired between the king and me. Not in words. Not in dreams. Not even in the silence between sword strikes. I wear the enemy’s colors now—black and silver, the sigil of the Hollow Court etched across my chest. To anyone watching, I am a traitor. But I wear this armor for one reason only: to make sure my best friend sleeps in peace. Kael doesn’t know I’m here. He doesn’t know I’ve been watching from the shadows, intercepting scouts, rerouting patrols, feeding false orders to keep him safe. He thinks I’m dead. Or worse—one of them. Tonight, I crept into the camp under moonlight. The air was thick with frost and secrets. Kael lay curled beneath his cloak, his breath steady, his brow uncreased. And he was smiling. That’s when I froze. Because Kael never smiles in his sleep. Not since the war began. Not since the Hollow Court unleashed their emotionless legions—those blank-eyed husk...