Chapter 130 Battle Of His Life

• Monica's POV
• The room is silent, save for the soft rustle of leather as Callian examines the pieces of his armor laid out across the large table. His chest plate sits at the center surrounded by gauntlets, boots and a sword. The black metal is sleek yet purposeful designed to protect and to kill. Callian doesn't touch them just yet, his arms crossed as he stares at the collection of his battle gear a calm indifference.
• I stand in the doorway, watching him, the knot in my stomach growing tighter with each passing second. He’s confident. Far too confident for my liking. There’s no hesitation, no sign of fear in his posture. To him, this fight is just another challenge to conquer.