Sacrifice and Redemption
The battlefield was so quiet. Kieran stood in the middle of the damage, his heart beating in his chest. “Elara!” he shouted again, his voice cracking with despair.
The smoking remains of the item lay before him, its glow completely dimmed. The ghosts that had devoured the battlefield were gone, leaving only destruction in their wake.
Then, a faint groan reached his ears. He turned sharply, finding a figure slumped near the burned ground. Elara.
“Thank the Moon,” he breathed, running to her side.
Elara’s face was pale, her breaths shallow. Her once-vibrant energy seemed all but gone, her body shaking as if under great strain. Kieran knelt beside her, holding her head in his hands.
“Stay with me, Elara,” he begged. “Don’t you dare leave me now.”
Her eyes flutt
