The Breaking Dawn (破晓之战)

The air was thick with tension, as if the heavens themselves held their breath. Yan Xi's grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. The battle hadn't even begun, yet the weight of destiny already threatened to crush him.

Ling Yue stood before him, a vision of ethereal power, her robes fluttering in the silent storm. The silver glow surrounding her pulsed, a living force of its own.

"Fate never stole from us, Ling Yue," Yan Xi said, voice low but firm. "We were the ones who let it slip away."

A bitter smile touched Ling Yue's lips. "Then it's time to take it back."

Before Yan Xi could respond, the sky split apart. A massive energy wave tore through the heavens, its force shaking the ground beneath them. From the mist-covered horizon, an army emerged—soldiers clad in black armor, their eyes burning with an unnatural fire. At the forefront stood a lone figure, draped in crimson robes, wielding a staff etched with ancient seals.

Bai Xuan's voice rang out from behind, sharp and urgent. "That's him—Demon General Xun Zhi! If he's leading this charge, then the Shadow Legion is already upon us!"

Yan Xi turned his gaze to the battlefield. The war horns roared louder. This was no ordinary skirmish—it was a reckoning.

Ling Yue stepped forward, her presence commanding. "Let them come," she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of an unbroken will. "Tonight, we rewrite fate."

A gust of wind rushed past, carrying the scent of blood and steel. The first arrow was loosed. The battle had begun.

And with it, so did the final descent into chaos.