As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue that bathed the battlefield in warm, flickering light, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. The atmosphere was heavy, charged with the murmurs of onlookers gathering in hushed clusters, their eyes wide with excitement and anxiety as they braced themselves for the impending clash. Kael stood at the center, his confidence radiating like a beacon as he brandished his weapon—a crafted sword glinting in the dying light. His muscles were taut and coiled, ready to spring into action, each sinew reflecting the months of rigorous training he had undergone. The warrior’s strength and resolve were evident; the air itself spoke of his effort, heavy with the scent of sweat and soil.
Gathered around a large wooden surface in their lit camp
