The sky above the battlefield was an ominous shade of black, pierced with streaks of violent lightning. The storm that had brewed for days had finally reached its peak, and the gods were watching from the shadows, waiting for their moment to strike.
Selina stood at the edge of the war room, the map sprawled out in front of her. Her fingers trembled as they brushed over the lines marking the borders of the territories they still had control over. She could feel the weight of the impending doom closing in around them.
Zane was beside her, his eyes narrowing as he examined the same map. The sense of urgency that had been gnawing at him since the prophecy had been fulfilled hadn’t let up. If anything, it had grown stronger. He was restless, but he knew they had to make their move.
“We have
