The gorge was an inferno of clashing elements—lightning tearing across the cliffs, frost spreading like wildfire over stone. Between them, the rebels bled and fought, desperate to survive the Dominion’s trap.
Mira leapt from the ridge, landing hard beside Elira. Her arm was cut and bleeding, but her daggers were still sharp. “The archers are broken,” she gasped. “But more soldiers are coming. We can’t hold this!”
Elira parried a strike and shoved her attacker away. “Then we don’t hold. We run.”
She looked to Kael, who stood rooted as Solas advanced, stormlight clashing against spreading ice. The air between them hissed and cracked, the gorge itself groaning beneath their power.
“Kael!” Mira shouted over the chaos. “We need to fall back! If you stay, we all die here!”
Kael’s chest heav
