Aria’s Strength

The night sky was a canvas of indigo and silver, and as I stood alone on the battlements of our ruined keep, I could almost hear the whispers of my ancestors carried by the wind. Every fiber of my being pulsed with memories—of triumphs, betrayals, and sacrifices made by those who had come before me. I had been forged in the fires of countless battles, tempered by loss, and ultimately reborn as the Crescent Alpha. Yet tonight, my greatest challenge was not the enemy at our gates, but the test of my own inner strength.