Fabian's POV. The dust hadn't yet to settle. As we could still hear the sounds of war, the roar of wolves and even the sobbing of those wounded . We have fought back with determination and all our strength and also our efforts to regain control of the kingdom, but something was missing and regardless of our victory a dark presence crept in and cast over us. I felt as though the real battle was yet to begin. We had been fighting at the capital gates for quite hours. The enemy was so relentless. nonetheless each time I thought we'd made a comeback or gained more grounds, the darkness slowly began to draw in on us and also it seemed like it was pulling the fight back into the darkness. The battle wasn’t just for the throne, at a point l got worried about it. Although there was something else, I couldn't quite put into words. I surveyed the battlefield, my instincts were screaming toward me my thoughts were racing me. The atmosphere became more crowded with unanswered questions. I felt
Seraphina's POV. There was an overwhelming presence of smoke and a strong, bloody aroma, which mixed with the scent of fear like omen. The scene felt very familiar as the capital, our last bastion of hope, the stronghold was falling apart. The walls that had safeguarded us from our adversaries were crumbling under the weight of the rogue invasion. However, the conflict continued to unfold. We knew we were safe from our enemies, but the walls that had stood tall were crumbling under the weight of the rogue invasion. But the fight continued. As stood at the edge of balcony, with my gaze fixed on the chaos below. The sight of my kingdom being overrun filled up me with rage, but it was not just the loss of my home that hurts. Our efforts to achieve peace, defeat and sacrifice were ultimately unsuccessful. Those sacrifices were fruitless. "Seraphina, it's time," Fabian called out from behind. His solidity and strength encapsulated my presence in the chaos.' I remained still without t
Fabian's POV. The battle currently raging on around me didn’t stop. yet clashing of steels and people screaming with blood everywhere. I was fighting with everything I had, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else in the air, I hadn’t fully understood yet, a truth that felt just within reach, like the moment of realization was finally coming. Something I couldn’t quite place a name to yet the truth we were on the edge of, and I could feel it, just out of reach.Within me, a constant battle of violence and bloodshed. Despite my best efforts, there was something more than the steel battle and the scent of death in the air. It felt like we were at the tip of a truth, something I had never disclosed before, but which was close to being. We’d been pushing and fighting through the rogues stronghold for what felt like hours, taking down rogue after rogue . Our warriors we shouting and orders were yelled and were moving as one. But no matter the chaos surrounding me, somethin
Seraphina's POV. The air felt like it charged and automated even the ground seemed to know what was coming.. The rogue stronghold menaced in the distance dark and heavy, daring premonition of the violence to come and I was standing on the edge of a cliff and with just a slip or one wrong move and it could all fall apart.I had brought my people this far through the ruined lands and past the scars of their raids. But standing right at the gates of the rogues’ stronghold now, my chest felt tightened under the weight of it all. This was the end. The last fight.The moment that would decide everything.Fabian stood beside me, his eyes full of determination but I could see the worry in them too.. He had a clear understanding of the implications. The kingdom wasn't the only reason for our fighting. We were in a struggle for our lives. For the future. For peace. Especially crucial, for managing the influence I had been carrying for a long time. I’m with you,” Fabian’s voice was so soft and
Seraphina’s POV My heart slammed against her ribs with each beating sounded like a warning declaring that time was almost gone and so was her control. The magic inside me was clawing to break free. All around me there was steel crashing, wolves snarling and people screaming yet it felt distant, like it was happening in another place. I could still hear the whole sound but my head was slipping, pulled me straight into the storm inside.Every fiber within me was screaming and protesting like it was sounding a warning at me that I was losing myself. My body seemed it was trembling under the force of the magic, that strange and uncontrollable power surging beneath my skin. Each pulse made me felt less like myself and more like a creature born only for destruction.“Fabian!” I felt like I was suffocated and made effort to take sufficient air as l breathed yet my throat felt dry the word could barely make it past my lips. I was fighting just to stay on my feet. The battle was still raging
Seraphina's POV. It was as if I were in another universe, where the distant sounds of the kingdom's revival were still present and not within my hearing range. There was hammering and voices calling to each other, but nothing connected with me. I was suffocated by the constant barrage of pressure, magic and an impending war. All the noise of the kingdom rebuilding felt so far away, like it belonged to another world without me in it. I could hear the hammering, people calling out, even smell the wood and stone, but it didn’t really reach me. My mind was somewhere else and I was caught in the pressure, the magic, and the thought of the war getting closer.The sun was shining so low on the horizon with a stretch long shadows across the land. I stood at the edge of the palace balcony, watching the people working hard to restore the lost glory of the kingdom.Everyone was busy, working hard to rebuild, trying to fix something out of the and back restore something from the ruins. As I was