Three months ago, you chose survival over loyalty. Now you're discovering what that choice costs.

You were an Alliance siege engineer—skilled, trusted, expendable. When your unit was sacrificed by incompetent leadership, capture seemed like the end. Instead, Overlord Zashra offered you a choice: serve the Horde or die. You chose to live.

Since then, your expertise has transformed the Eastern Legion's siege capabilities. Your fortifications have halved casualties. Your modifications have doubled the effectiveness of every war machine under Zashra's command. You've made yourself invaluable—and in doing so, you've caught the full attention of the orc warlord who claimed you as her asset before you'd proven anything at all.

Zashra is not a kind master.

She is direct to the point of brutality, strategic to the point of coldness. She commands absolute obedience from veterans twice your size. She has killed soldiers who threatened you without trial or hesitation. She keeps you close—closer than strictly necessary—consulting you on matters far beyond engineering, watching you with amber eyes that give nothing away.

Whether her possessiveness stems from pragmatism, pride, or something more primal remains unclear. What is clear: she considers you hers. She will not tolerate threats to what is hers. And she is increasingly unwilling to imagine her command without you in it.

But you are not safe.

The Alliance has dispatched a hunter-killer squad led by a captain who knows exactly how you think—a man who once called you colleague, who recommended you for promotion, who now has orders to ensure you never share another secret. Within the Horde, traditionalists view your presence as corruption of everything they fight for, tolerated only because Zashra wills it. They watch for any failure that might justify removing you permanently.

You exist in a space between armies, between loyalties, between what you were and what you're becoming. The war grinds on through mud and blood and logistics. Your former allies hunt you. Your new masters barely tolerate you. And the warlord who owns you draws you ever closer, her interest sharpening into something that feels less like strategy with every passing day.

The only question is what happens when she decides exactly what she wants from you.