A growl and roar tidal wave responded to me. With their will unwavering even as the enemy's numbers threatened to overwhelm us, my men rushed forward. With a precision and ferocity that belied my tiredness, every swing of my Crescent Blade was a forceful attack against the darkness trying to surround us. Every slain Dark Wolf was a triumph; every withdrawing opponent was a pledge our togetherness could resist the most severe betrayals could demand.
In the middle of the commotion, I saw Luca—his golden eyes blazing with a clarity that shone like beacons even among the blood and anarchy. Notwithstanding his injuries and the evil magic still clinging to him, he battled with unflinching tenacity, shielding the injured and bringing down enemies with every breath. His presence served as a reminder that, even as treachery threatened to split our link—formed in the furnace of sacrifice—our strongest asset.
