Ignoring Isolde's stunned expression, Eleanor turned toward her eight sons, who were still struggling to hold the formation together. Pride filled her eyes when she saw them still standing in front of her with swords drawn, protecting her despite the tears rolling down their cheeks. "Charles." Her voice was soft, yet somehow carried clearly through the entire chamber."I'm here, Mother!" Charles choked out, wiping the tears from his face. "Change formation with your brothers."Eleanor slowly raised her hand, tracing a path through the air with her fingertips. "Reverse the formation," she said. "Lock down all eight positions—Rest, Life, Wound, Bind, Sight, Death, Fear, and Release."Turn Death into Life. Trap it!"The moment the princes heard Eleanor's command, they seemed to find a strength they hadn't known they possessed. They stopped merely defending themselves. Instead, they scattered in perfect coordination, moving with practiced precision as they surrounded the mass
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