The air above the Ember Summit had turned to fire and thunder.
The mountain trembled with the clash of powers, old and new. The once-proud halls of stone and ember echoed not with counsel, but with the sharp ring of steel, the roar of arcane storms, and the cries of leaders, now warriors, defending the last wall between civilization and chaos.
But deeper than the battle, beneath every strike and every order… was history.
And now, that history had come alive.
*Sorceress POV*
Flames twisted through the air like dragons dancing in a hurricane.
The Sorceress landed hard atop a stone platform, her boots sparking against enchanted obsidian. She barely blocked the scything crescent of ice aimed at her heart. Across from her, hovering above broken battlements, was the one opponent she had never wanted to see again.
Her sister.
Once her closest ally. Once a healer. Once their laughter and hope.
Now…
