BATTLEGROUND OF FATE

There was no comfort in the dawn. Eleanor and her allies felt the tension in the air as they prepared themselves for the confrontation with the Shadow Council. It would be a conflict that would challenge their bravery, their partnerships, and their core convictions.

Eleanor stood at the front, her face determined despite the anxiety in her chest. She looked briefly at Lucas, who nodded in reassurance. They were united, no matter what happened.

Donald Grey, the current head of the Shadow Council, positioned himself on the opposite side of the battlefield. His expression showed nothing but determination, lacking any signs of familial love. Eleanor couldn't shake the memory of his previous statement: "Once we're on that field, our family ties won't matter." "I will show no mercy."

The tension was palpable as the two sides confronted each other. The quietness preceding the storm was nearly intolerable.