Chapter 380 Dawn Of Reckoning

• The first rays of dawn split the clouded horizon, casting a pale golden sheen over the valley of Eldermarch. But the light did little to dispel the gloom in the hearts of those who stood upon its blood-soaked soil. The hour had come.
• Ariella stood at the heart of the formation, her robes flowing like liquid silver, the runes etched into her armor softly glowing with spirit energy. Her staff, newly reforged from the remains of the purged shard, hummed with magic that was no longer corrupted—but reborn, aligned with the very balance of the realm. Her eyes reflected a strange calm, but within, she wrestled with the crushing weight of what was to come.
• Kaelen stood at her side, armored in dragon-forged steel, his cloak emblazoned with the new crest of Elandor—an oak entwined with a phoenix. His gaze scanned the advancing storm clouds across the plains, where Daemon’s army surged like a black tide.