“We’re running out of time.”
I glance over at Soren, his expression tight with worry as he watches the horizon. The sun’s final rays cast long shadows over the land, the evening sky turning crimson. The enemy is coming, and we’re all painfully aware of how close they are.
“Don’t think about the time, think about what we need to do.” I cross my arms, resisting the urge to look behind me at the makeshift camp we’ve set up. Everyone’s preparing. Training. Hoping for the best, but bracing for the worst.
“I’m trying.” Soren turns to me. His eyes are dark with the weight of our situation, but there’s something else there too—determination. “But with every passing day, their numbers grow. We can’t pretend like we have all the time in the world. They’ll be here soon.”
“We’ll be ready.”
I know
