Elena's heart raced as she sprinted through the dense woods, her thoughts focused on one thing: survival. The battle that had erupted in the camp had been swift and brutal. Roan had fought fiercely, but the odds were against them. The soldiers sent by Eamon had come in numbers, their loyalty to the kingdom outweighing any personal attachment to Roan. But in the chaos, the Echoes had managed to fight back, buying enough time for Elena and the others to escape.
The sound of clashing steel still rang in her ears as she pushed herself forward, her lungs burning with each breath. She could hear the pursuit behind them—the soldiers were close, but they couldn't afford to stop. If they were caught now, everything would be lost. Roan's gamble had already placed them at the mercy of the kingdom's
