Chapter 41

• The battlefield was a sea of chaos, with warriors clashing amidst the smoke and flames. The rogues fought with relentless aggression, their numbers overwhelming, while the packs struggled to hold their ground. Amara stood at the heart of the stronghold, gripping the artifact tightly as its radiant light pulsed in her hands. Its energy coursed through her, filling her with warmth and strength, but also an overwhelming responsibility. She could feel the desperation of the warriors around her, their fear and determination, and she knew she had to act.
• Xander appeared at her side, his armor stained with blood but his resolve unshaken. “Amara, the packs are scattered. If we don’t rally them soon, we’ll lose the stronghold.”
• Amara nodded, her gaze shifting to the battlefield. She could see the fractured lines of warriors, each fighting bravely but isolated and vulnerable. The rogues were exploiting their disarray, picking them off one by one. Her chest tightened as she realized the artifact was her only hope of uniting them.