Pact of Blood
The spatial tear shivered under the counter-pressure, groaned violently, and snapped shut, sealing the dimensional breach before a single enemy soldier could step through.
Cheers erupted from the student initiates, but Laura did not lower her guard. She looked out toward the distant, mist-shrouded northern horizon, knowing that this was merely the opening salvo of a much larger, continent-shaking conflict.
Moments later, heavy footsteps approached from the stone archway behind her. Dave walked out onto the terrace, his broadsword resting securely at his side, his amber eyes filled with a fierce, unwavering determination as he stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his wife.