SHADOWED SALVATION
Arwan arm was badly wounded and bleeding profusely, stumbled through the chaos, his eyes fixed on the sword Alastor was holding.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Arwan launched forward, his left arm outstretched as he snatched the sword from Alastor's grasp. Alastor, caught off guard, stumbled backwards as Arwan turned to face him.
Just then, the Angel's warning sounded in my head, “Never let Arwan touch the sword, Arwan must never touch Ashera.”
I stood amidst the ruins, my heart heavy with grief as I surveyed the devastation that surrounded me. The once-thriving surroundings were now littered with the bodies of my people; their lives cut short by the brutal hand of war.
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