The battlefield shimmered under the light of the twin moons, bathed in eerie silence that stretched across the Hollow Ridge valley. The calm was deceptive, a lull before the storm that churned beneath the surface. Aria stood at the edge of her encampment, her armor laced tightly over her tunic, the glint of silver forged from the sacred lake reflecting the weight of her responsibility. Her breath was slow but firm, her mind already ahead, calculating.
Beside her, Kael watched the treeline with a warrior's instinct. He felt the wind shift, the distant rustling of branches signaling movement. He reached for Aria's hand.
"Are you ready for what comes next?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "We've prepared for this. Every loss, every betrayal... it led us here. We won't falter. More than ever before we will stand together and end it all"
