The sounds of battle echoed in the distance, a relentless reminder that the world outside had no room for peace. Sofia could hear the cries of soldiers, the clashing of metal, the distant roar of war that seemed to swallow everything in its wake. Her heart raced, her thoughts fragmented, as she stood at the edge of the camp with Marco, the weight of the moment crashing down on her.
They had just narrowly avoided a full-scale attack. The enemy had infiltrated their defenses faster than expected, and chaos had erupted in an instant. Yet, as the camp scrambled to recover, Sofia felt as though she were drowning in the very situation that had once felt like an escape.
Marco was already in motion, barking orders to his men, his voice sharp and commanding. He had become a leader in this moment,
