TRIALS AND TREACHERY
The first light of dawn barely penetrated the dense forest canopy, and Nara’s body ached in every muscle. Her hands glowed faintly even in human form, remnants of the energy she had wielded through the night. She had survived. She had fought. And yet… exhaustion threatened to drag her down into despair.
Kael’s silhouette stood atop a nearby rock, eyes scanning the horizon, silver light glinting off his armor-like shadow. His posture radiated power, control, and unwavering dominance. Nara felt herself both intimidated and drawn to him, the bond pulsing in rhythm with his presence.
“You pushed yourself too far,” Kael said, voice low but carrying an edge that brooked no argument. “Power is useless if you collapse before the fight is over.”
Nara rubbed her arms, shiver
