Chapter 379 Storms Of Destiny

• The wind howled across the valley of Eldermarch, tugging at banners and rattling through the ranks of soldiers assembled beneath Elandor’s sigil. The allied forces—men and women from Silverbrook, Karesh, the Highland Marches, and the Verdant Coast—stood shoulder to shoulder, their armor glinting under the heavy gray sky. The air vibrated with tension, thick with anticipation and the unspoken knowledge that many of them might not live to see another dawn.
• At the heart of the assembly, Ariella and Kaelen stood atop the stone dais overlooking the field. Their presence radiated more than authority—it emanated power honed from their spiritual trials, a quiet but undeniable force that steadied the wavering hearts below.
• Ariella’s voice rose clear and calm.