(3rd person P.O.V)
As the guards moved to seize Xavier and Oliver, a commanding voice sliced through the tense air, freezing them in place.
"You will not lay a hand on them."
The sheer authority in the voice sent a tremor through the meadow, causing even the elders to stiffen. A surge of energy rippled outward, shattering the oppressive force Elder Theron had cast over Xavier and Oliver. They gasped as the invisible weight lifted from their shoulders, strength rushing back into their limbs.
All eyes snapped toward the source of the voice.
Stepping into the clearing was a woman of regal bearing, draped in the flowing robes of a high priestess. Her silver-white hair cascaded like moonlight over her shoulders, framing a face both serene and commanding. Power radiated from her like the gentle glow of the night sky—calm, yet undeniable.