I stand at the edge of the battlefield, my heart pounding against my ribs like a wild drumbeat. The air is thick with smoke, the scent of blood and sweat mixing in the chaos. I can hear the clash of steel and the growls of wolves as they fight for their lives, but none of that matters right now. All I can focus on is the weight of the weapon in my hand and the decision that sits heavy on my shoulders.
The weapon is beautiful, yet terrifying. A long, gleaming blade forged from metals I don’t recognize, etched with symbols that pulse faintly with energy. The power it contains is undeniable—ancient and raw. But it’s not just the weapon I fear. It’s what it could mean if I use it. What could it do to me? To them? To everything?
Elias is beside me, his breath ragged, his face bloodied but uny
