The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the battlefield. The last of the Temple's forces were retreating, their ranks shattered by the fury of the rebellion and the undeniable power that now flowed through Sena. The air was thick with dust and the scent of smoke, but beneath it all, a new feeling had begun to take root. The storm was passing. The dawn was breaking.
Sena stood amidst the wreckage, the sounds of battle fading behind her, but her mind was still racing. She had led them through the heart of the storm, through a battle that had seemed impossible at the start, but now the fight wasn't over. It was just beginning. The Temple had been defeated, but their legacy—its weight—still lingered, casting a long shadow over the land.
But this victory—this
