The Calm Before the Storm:

As the final hours passed, the mood among the Alliance's leaders grew more somber. The soldiers were ready, their morale high despite the looming uncertainty. But Lena could feel the tension in the air—every person in the room understood the stakes. This battle would determine the fate of the war.

Lena's mind raced as she walked through the corridors of the flagship. She could feel the core's energy pulsing beneath her, a constant reminder of the power—and the danger—it held. Every time she tapped into it, she could feel herself slipping further away from the person she used to be. The darkness was always there, creeping just beneath the surface.

"Focus," she told herself, shaking off the nagging doubts. "There's no time for weakness now."

The comm system chimed again, and Lena answered it without hesitation. It was Kellan, his voice filled with urgency.

"Commander, we've detected a fleet of Rhytil ships on the outer rim. They're closing in fast. The battle will begin soon."

Lena nodded, her resolve hardening. "Prepare to engage. This is it."

As she ended the call, Tavon appeared at her side. "Are you ready for this?" he asked quietly.

Lena met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "I have no choice."