WREN'S POV
The day began like any other. Warriors trained in the courtyard, the clang of steel ringing out as allied forces prepared for the looming celestial event. The tension in the air was tangible, but there was a rhythm to the day; a fragile sense of normalcy amid the chaos.
Lyra’s voice echoed softly in my mind. “Stay alert, Wren. Peace doesn’t linger in times like these.”
I nodded, her words settling in my chest like a stone. As I made my way toward the training grounds, I spotted Hugo and Anneliese overseeing drills. Their coordination was seamless, their instructions sharp and precise.
“You’re improving,” Hugo said, a rare grin tugging at his lips as he corrected a warrior’s stance.
Anneliese smirked. “Don’t sound so surprised. I’ve had to strategize my way out of worse situ
