Throne

Velian and Aurora stood side by side, their weapons glistening with the blood of their fallen enemies.

They had finally defeated Valerie, the wicked woman who had wreaked havoc upon their land for far too long. The battle had been fierce and relentless, but their unwavering determination had prevailed.

As the dust settled, Velian and Aurora approached Valerie's lifeless body. Their eyes met, a mixture of relief and exhaustion etched upon their faces. Without hesitation, they knelt down and carefully retrieved the amulet that had granted Valerie her immense power.

It pulsed with malevolent energy, a reminder of the evil they had just vanquished.

Velian gripped his sword tightly, his voice filled with a mixture of urgency and caution. "We cannot take any chances, Aurora. We must make sure she is truly dead."

Aurora nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Agreed, Velian. We can't afford any surprises."