Chapter 10: The Southern Front

The journey to the southern border was arduous, the days blending into a blur of travel and preparation. The once familiar landscapes of Elyndor transformed into a series of strategic outposts and fortified camps. Soldiers and mages bustled about, their faces hardened by the realities of war.

As they approached the southern front, the air grew thick with tension and the distant rumble of the enemy. The skies, once clear and bright, were now shadowed by ominous clouds, and a chill wind swept across the land, carrying with it the faint scent of sulfur and ash.

Alaric and Lysandra were assigned to a forward unit, comprised of some of the citadel's finest warriors. Their leader, Captain Eamon, was a seasoned knight with a reputation for tactical brilliance. Tall and broad-shouldered, he exuded confidence and authority, his sharp blue eyes missing nothing.

"We're glad to have you with us," Captain Eamon said as he greeted them. "Your reputation precedes you."

Alaric nodded, his grip firm. "We're here to fight and protect Elyndor."

Lysandra met Eamon's gaze, her wheelchair positioned firmly beside Alaric. "We'll do whatever it takes."

Their first task was to reinforce the defensive perimeter, a series of trenches and barricades designed to slow the demonic advance. Lysandra's magical prowess proved invaluable, her spells fortifying the barriers and laying traps for the enemy. Alaric worked tirelessly, his strength and skill with a sword bolstering the morale of the soldiers around him.

The nights were the hardest, the darkness bringing with it an eerie silence broken only by the occasional distant roar or clash of steel. Alaric and Lysandra found solace in each other, their bond a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching shadows.

One night, as they sat by the flickering light of a campfire, Lysandra spoke softly, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "Do you remember the nights we spent by the brook, back in the village?"

Alaric smiled, his hand resting gently on hers. "I do. It feels like a lifetime ago."

Lysandra sighed, a wistful smile playing on her lips. "Those were simpler times. But I wouldn't trade this for anything. We're fighting for something greater than ourselves."

Alaric squeezed her hand, his voice filled with conviction. "And we'll see it through, together."