Chapter:15 Triumph and Tribulation

The conflict of steel reverberated through the roads of the capital as the illustrious watchman and agitator powers took part in savage battle. Sela, clad in reinforcement and employing her blade with accuracy, battled close by her fighters, her assurance immovable notwithstanding risk.

"Push them back!" Sela directed, her voice ringing out over the turmoil of fight. " We can't allow them to penetrate the castle entryways!"

With a strong thunder, the capital gatekeeper flooded forward, driving back the revolutionaries with sheer power of will. The tide of fight changed in support of themselves as they battled like the devil to guard their country.

In the mean time, in the core of the contention, a solitary radical fighter got through the positions of the gatekeeper, his eyes fixed on Sela with deadly aim. With a lance raised high, he thrusted towards her, expectation on striking a deadly blow.

Be that as it may, before he could contact her, a figure jumped right into it, catching the lance with lightning-quick reflexes. It was Tommy, Michael's subsequent spouse, her face a cover of assurance as she hindered the aggressor's assault.

"Sela, watch out!" Tommy yelled, her voice slicing through the mayhem of fight.

Sela's heart beat in her chest as she stared at the agitator fighter, her hold fixing on her blade. With a basic shout, she charged forward, her sharp edge cutting through the air with lethal accuracy.

"Attack!" Sela thundered, her voice loaded up with equitable wrath.

The watchmen came together for her, their swords blazing in the daylight as they plunged upon the renegade powers furiously. The dissident champion had no potential for success against their consolidated may, and soon he lay crushed at Sela's feet.

Breathing vigorously, Sela went to Tommy, her eyes loaded up with appreciation.

"Much obliged to you, sister," she said, her voice thick with feeling.

Tommy gestured, a weak grin playing all the rage.

"Obviously, Sela," she answered. " We should continuously safeguard one another."

As the fight seethed on around them, Sela and Tommy battled next to each other, their bond more grounded than any time in recent memory notwithstanding difficulty. Yet, even as they battled, a sad remnant of stress waited in Tommy's heart.

"Sela," she started, her voice wavering somewhat. " If anything somehow managed to happen to you...if you were to get hurt..."

Sela's temple wrinkled with worry as she went to confront her sister-spouse.

"What is it, Tommy?" she asked, her voice delicate.

"If you somehow managed to get injured," Tommy proceeded, her words weighty with feeling, "Michael could never pardon me."

Sela's heart hurt at the notice of her darling spouse, and she connected with handle Tommy's hand in consolation.

"Sit back and relax, Tommy," she said, her voice loaded up sincerely. " We will battle together, and we will arise successful. Michael would believe that we should remain steadfast, regardless of anything else."

With recharged resolve, Sela and Tommy got back to the fight, their blades blazing in the daylight as they battled side by side against the renegade powers. Triumph was inside their grip, and nothing would hold them up as they battled to safeguard their home and their friends and family.