Amara stood among the ruins, the air heavy with the smell of smoke. The battle had been fierce. A fine layer of ash floated in the air, each particle evidence of the fierce clash between Solstace and the allies.
Royal guards were on high alert, constantly scanning for any lingering dangers. They held Solstace captive. They were battered, but their bruises would quickly heal.
Amara took slow steps toward Solstace, each step heavy, burdened by the colossal decision looming over her. Rage boiled inside her, pushing her to unleash her power and finally stop him.
And yet, she also bore the weight of desperation—the ticking clock that echoed with the fading heartbeats of Thomas and Eliza. Could she afford to let her anger dictate her actions if it meant the loss of innocent lives?
She clench
