The seven crimson lights hovered beyond the clouds.
They neither blinked nor moved.
They simply watched.
An overwhelming pressure descended upon the mountain, forcing every warrior to their knees.
The celebration that had marked the end of Malachar's reign vanished completely.
A new war had already reached their doorstep.
Captain Aeron slowly rose from one knee, his breathing still ragged from the journey between worlds. His blue armor was cracked in dozens of places, and dried blood stained the silver feathers engraved across his chest plate.
He looked toward Aria.
"My Queen..."
"We don't have much time."
Aria stepped forward, helping him remain steady.
"You've traveled between worlds while wounded."
"You need rest."
Aeron shook his head firmly.
"I'll rest when my people are
