As the chaos begins to settle, I feel a surge of hope. We're gaining ground, reclaiming our home one step at a time.
But just as I begin to believe we might succeed, the air grows tense once more. A figure emerges from the shadows, a dark silhouette that sends a chill down my spine.
It's the leader of the Black Faes, his eyes glowing with malevolence.
"You think you can defeat us?" he sneers, his voice a low growl. "You are nothing without your precious scepter."
With that, he lunges forward, a blur of darkness and fury.
"Eden!" I shout, my heart racing as I prepare to defend my son.
But before I can react, the leader strikes, his claws slicing through the air. Jason moves to intercept, but the force of the blow sends him crashing to the ground.
"NO!" I scream, fury
