The dust settled, but the battlefield remained charged with electricity. The rebels regrouped, nursing wounds and catching breath, their faces a mix of exhaustion and determination.
Kaela's eyes scanned the ruined street, catching sight of a figure stepping from the shadows — someone she never expected to see again.
"Joren?" Her voice trembled, disbelief and hope mingling in her tone.
Joren's jaw tightened. His eyes, once warm, now held a hardened edge. "I'm not here to save you, Kaela."
Ava stepped forward, hands clenched into fists. "Then what do you want?"
Joren's gaze flicked to the Ashen soldiers regrouping nearby. "I'm here because the enemy isn't just out there — it's within us."
Kaela's heart pounded as Joren's words sank in. The fight wasn't just against the Ashen, but against secrets and betrayals that cut deeper than any blade.
The lines between friend and foe blurred, and the true battle for their future had only just begun.