She Remembers

The wind howled across the high terrace of the castle, carrying with it the distant echoes of an approaching storm. an army of shadows stretching as far as the eye could see.

Yet, Zara Monroe stood at the edge, her gaze locked on the endless wave of enemies with an eerie calm. There was no trace of fear in her golden eyes, only the sharp glint of determination.

Beside her, Devonte shifted uneasily, the weight of his recent dream still clinging to him like an unshakable omen. He could feel the tension tightening his chest, but nothing unnerved him more than Zara's composure in the face of such overwhelming danger.

"What's your plan, Zara?" he asked, his voice betraying the worry he tried to suppress.

Zara didn't turn, her eyes still fixed on the battlefield that was moments away from erupting into chaos. "Kings," she commanded, her voice steady and resolute, "summon the underground spirits. All of them. Let them cover the border."