Midnight Shadows

The moon hung high and cold above the rebel camp, its pale light casting long, haunting shadows over the silent figures preparing for the strike. Kaela moved like a ghost, every step deliberate, her senses sharpened by the weight of what was to come.

Whispers of last-minute instructions floated through the crisp night air, mingling with the distant howl of wind and the crackle of embers.

Ava checked her gear one last time, eyes flicking to Kaela with a fierce resolve. "This ends tonight."

Joren took a deep breath, the tension evident in his clenched jaw. "No turning back."

Kaela's heart raced, but she steadied her voice. "Remember why we fight. For freedom. For those we love. For every soul the Ashen have broken."

The team melted into the darkness, shadows among shadows, ready to ignite a rebellion that would either shatter their chains — or destroy them all.