The battlefield was chaotic. Smoke curled into the evening sky, blotting out the setting sun as screams and the clash of steel filled the air.
The rebels had come without warning, a storm sweeping through the outskirts of Verauno like wildfire, and we had been forced to meet them head-on.
I stood at the edge of the field, my heart pounding as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Soldiers clashed in brutal hand-to-hand combat, their faces set in grim determination.
The acrid scent of blood and fire hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, electric hum of the power that simmered beneath my skin.
“Asher!” I called, scanning the battlefield for him. He had been by my side moments ago, but now I couldn’t see him, and panic clawed at my chest.
A hand grabbed my arm, pullin
