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Chapter 39: Sacrifice and Salvation

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Flames of Desperation

The air above Eldergrove was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that soaked the earth. The once-pristine sanctuary of the ancient forest had become a battleground, its towering trees consumed by flames that licked hungrily at the sky. Smoke billowed upward, turning the sun into a blood-red disk, casting a sinister glow over the chaos below.

Archer moved swiftly through the underbrush, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she nocked another arrow to her bowstring. Around her, the defenders of Eldergrove were locked in a desperate struggle against the Shadowbound, their cries of battle mixing with the guttural roars of their twisted foes. For every enemy they cut down, two more seemed to rise from the flames, their dark forms silhouetted against the inferno that consumed the forest.

“We can’t hold them much longer!” Darian’s voice rang out above the cacophony, his daggers flashing as he ducked beneath a wild swing from a hulking Shadowbound warrior. He moved with practiced precision, slashing at the creature’s exposed flank and sending it crashing to the ground in a spray of blackened blood. But even as he felled one, another took its place, the relentless tide of darkness pushing the defenders back.

Archer loosed her arrow, watching as it flew true and embedded itself in the throat of a charging Shadowbound. The creature stumbled, its claws grasping at the shaft as it collapsed into the dirt. But there was no time to savor the small victory. The flames were spreading, and the heat was becoming unbearable.

“Archer!” Branwen’s voice called from somewhere behind her, sharp with urgency. Archer turned to see the druid standing at the edge of the clearing, her hands outstretched as she summoned the power of the Aetheric Currents. The ground beneath her feet rippled, and roots burst from the soil, twisting and coiling like serpents as they lashed out at the advancing Shadowbound.

But even Branwen’s magic, strong as it was, could not hold them at bay for long. The corruption that tainted the currents was spreading, warping the natural world around them. The trees groaned in pain as the dark energy seeped into their roots, and the very earth trembled beneath the weight of it.

“We’re being overrun,” Branwen shouted, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining her connection to the forest. Sweat dripped down her brow, and her usually serene face was etched with lines of exhaustion. “The fire’s too strong, and Haldrek’s forces are relentless. We need to fall back!”

Archer’s gaze swept the battlefield, taking in the grim reality of their situation. The defenders were scattered, their formations broken by the relentless onslaught. Smoke choked the air, and the heat from the flames was suffocating. Haldrek had unleashed hell on Eldergrove, and the forest was burning.

“We need to regroup,” Archer called back, her voice tight with frustration. “Where’s Selene?”

“She’s holding the eastern flank, but it’s not looking good,” Darian replied as he ducked another swing from a Shadowbound, driving his dagger into the creature’s chest. “We’re losing ground.”

Archer cursed under her breath. They had prepared for this—had known the battle would be brutal—but nothing could have prepared them for the sheer devastation that Haldrek’s forces had wrought. The warlord had not only brought his army of Shadowbound, but he had also wielded the Aetheric Currents against them, setting fire to the forest itself. Eldergrove, the heart of the natural world, was being consumed by its own power.

“Branwen, can you give us some cover?” Archer shouted as another wave of Shadowbound surged toward them.

Branwen nodded, though the effort of maintaining her spells was clearly taking its toll. She raised her hands once more, her voice low as she muttered an incantation. The ground trembled, and thick vines erupted from the earth, coiling around the legs of the advancing Shadowbound and pulling them down into the soil. It was enough to buy them a few moments, but Archer knew it wouldn’t hold for long.

“We need to pull back to the inner grove,” Archer said, her voice steady despite the chaos around her. “If we stay out here, we’ll be surrounded.”

Darian nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Agreed. But we’ll need a plan. Haldrek won’t let us retreat without a fight.”

Archer’s jaw tightened. She knew Darian was right. Haldrek’s forces were relentless, and the warlord himself was out there, somewhere in the chaos, directing the destruction. They couldn’t afford to lose any more ground.

“We move now,” Archer said, her voice firm. “Darian, help Branwen. I’ll find Selene and bring her back to the inner grove.”

Darian gave a curt nod and moved toward Branwen, who was already preparing to move. Archer turned on her heel, her heart pounding in her chest as she darted through the flames, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of Selene.

The smoke stung her eyes, and the heat was unbearable, but she pushed forward, knowing that they couldn’t afford to lose Selene or the eastern flank. As she moved, she caught glimpses of the battle—defenders locked in desperate combat with the Shadowbound, flames consuming everything in their path.

Finally, she spotted Selene, her cutlass flashing as she fended off a group of Shadowbound warriors. Her movements were quick and precise, but even from a distance, Archer could see that she was tiring. Blood stained her clothes, and her face was set in grim determination.

“Selene!” Archer called, raising her bow and loosing an arrow at one of the Shadowbound attacking Selene from behind. The creature crumpled to the ground, and Selene turned, her eyes widening in relief when she saw Archer.

“We need to fall back,” Archer shouted as she reached Selene’s side. “Branwen’s holding the line, but we can’t stay here.”

Selene wiped the blood from her cutlass and nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Lead the way.”

Archer didn’t waste any time. She turned and began leading Selene back toward the inner grove, her heart pounding as the sounds of battle raged around them. The heat from the flames was unbearable, and the smoke made it difficult to breathe, but they pressed on, knowing that their survival depended on it.

As they moved through the burning forest, Selene glanced at Archer, her voice strained. “How bad is it?”

Archer’s jaw tightened. “Worse than we expected. Haldrek’s forces are everywhere. We’re barely holding them back.”

Selene’s eyes flickered with concern, but she nodded grimly. “Then we’ll make our stand in the inner grove. It’s the only place we can defend long enough for Branwen to work her magic.”

Archer didn’t respond, but she knew Selene was right. The outer edges of Eldergrove were lost—consumed by flames and overrun by the Shadowbound. Their only hope was to fall back to the heart of the forest, where the ancient magic was strongest. If they could hold the inner grove, they might have a chance to push Haldrek’s forces back, or at least buy themselves enough time to come up with a new plan.

As they neared the inner grove, the sounds of battle grew louder. Archer could hear the clash of steel, the cries of the wounded, and the relentless roar of the flames. Her heart raced as they pushed through the last line of trees and entered the clearing that marked the heart of Eldergrove.

The scene before them was chaotic. Defenders, bloodied and exhausted, were fighting desperately to hold the line against the Shadowbound. The ground was littered with the bodies of both friend and foe, and the once-majestic trees were scorched and blackened, their branches heavy with ash.

Branwen stood at the center of the clearing, her hands glowing with green energy as she channeled the power of the Aetheric Currents into the earth. The ground beneath her pulsed with life, and roots twisted and coiled like living things, lashing out at the Shadowbound and slowing their advance.

Darian was by her side, his daggers flashing as he cut down any enemies who came too close. His face was set in grim determination, but even he was starting to show signs of exhaustion.

“We’re here!” Archer called as she and Selene rushed into the clearing.

Darian turned, his eyes filled with relief at the sight of them. “We need to hold this position,” he said, his voice urgent. “Branwen’s doing everything she can, but the Shadowbound are closing in from all sides.”

Selene moved to Darian’s side, her cutlass gleaming as she prepared to defend the druid. “We’ll hold them,” she said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”

Archer nodded, her heart pounding as she took up a position on the other side of Branwen. She raised her bow, her eyes scanning the battlefield for any sign of Haldrek. The warlord was still out there, somewhere, directing his forces and unleashing his fury upon the forest.

“We can’t stay here forever,” Archer said, her voice low but urgent. “Haldrek won’t stop until he’s burned Eldergrove to the ground.”

Branwen’s eyes were closed, her face a mask of concentration as she continued to channel the magic of the forest. “I just need more time,” she murmured, her voice strained. “The Aetheric Currents are... resisting me. They’re too corrupted, too twisted by Haldrek’s influence.”

Archer’s stomach twisted. She had known the battle would be difficult, but she hadn’t realized just how much the currents had been tainted by Haldrek’s dark magic. The corruption was spreading, warping the very fabric of the natural world, and Branwen was struggling to push it back.

“Then we’ll buy you the time you need,” Archer said firmly, her grip tightening on her bow.

But even as the words left her mouth, a deep, guttural roar echoed across the clearing, sending a chill down her spine. She turned just in time to see a massive figure emerging from the smoke—Haldrek, his dark armor gleaming in the firelight, his warhammer crackling with raw energy.

“There he is,” Selene muttered, her eyes narrowing as she tightened her grip on her cutlass.

Haldrek’s presence was overwhelming, a towering force of corruption and malevolence that seemed to warp the very air around him. The flames bent toward him, feeding off the dark energy that pulsed from his body, and the ground trembled beneath his feet as he approached the defenders of Eldergrove.

“You thought you could stop me?” Haldrek’s voice was like thunder, deep and resonant, carrying across the battlefield with terrifying clarity. “This forest will burn, and all of you with it.”

Archer’s heart raced as she nocked an arrow, aiming it directly at Haldrek’s chest. “We won’t let you destroy Eldergrove,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

Haldrek laughed, a cruel, guttural sound that sent a shiver down Archer’s spine. “You are nothing,” he growled, raising his warhammer high. “And you will fall like the rest.”

With a roar, Haldrek charged, his massive form barreling toward them with terrifying speed. Archer loosed her arrow, watching as it struck Haldrek’s chest—but the warlord barely flinched. The arrow embedded itself in his armor, but it did nothing to slow him down.

“Brace yourselves!” Darian shouted as he moved to intercept Haldrek, his daggers flashing as he aimed for the gaps in the warlord’s armor.

Selene darted forward, her cutlass slashing at Haldrek’s side, but the warlord swung his warhammer with brutal force, sending Selene flying back into the dirt. She hit the ground hard, but to her credit, she was already pulling herself to her feet, her face set in grim determination.

Archer’s heart pounded as she nocked another arrow, but she knew they were outmatched. Haldrek was too strong, too powerful—and with the Aetheric Currents feeding him, he was nearly unstoppable.

“Branwen!” Archer called over her shoulder, desperation creeping into her voice. “We need that magic now!”

“I’m trying!” Branwen’s voice was strained, her hands trembling as she struggled to maintain her connection to the currents. “I just need a little more time—”

But time was a luxury they didn’t have.

Champion Corrupted

The battlefield had transformed into a maelstrom of chaos and darkness, the flickering remnants of light from Eldergrove struggling to break through the pervasive corruption. The once proud defenders now staggered, their bodies weighed down by exhaustion, blood, and the oppressive aura of the Shadowbound. The air crackled with malicious energy, growing heavier with every passing second as the Aetheric Currents twisted and writhed in response to the dark magic saturating the land.

Branwen knelt among the ancient trees, her hand pressed against the earth, desperately trying to channel the forest’s magic into a protective barrier. But even the ancient magic of Eldergrove was buckling under the strain of the corruption. It surged and pulsed like a malignant wound, festering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to consume everything in its path. Sweat dripped down Branwen's brow, and her breathing grew ragged as she fought to hold her connection to the land.

“Hold on, Branwen,” Archer said, her voice firm despite the chaos around them. She stood nearby, her bow in hand, scanning the battlefield for any sign of Haldrek. “Just a little longer.”

Branwen nodded, though her arms trembled with the effort. She could feel the pulse of Eldergrove’s magic, ancient and wise, but it was growing weaker. The corruption was stronger now, more insidious, its tendrils creeping through the roots of the trees, poisoning the land with every heartbeat. Her heart raced as she realized the forest’s magic wouldn’t be enough to hold back the tide.

Lysander stood nearby, his staff glowing faintly as he worked to contain the remnants of the Aetheric Currents that had gone wild during the battle. He could feel the currents slipping from his grasp, their once serene flow now chaotic and unpredictable. “We’re losing control of the currents,” he warned, his voice grim. “If we don’t stabilize them soon, this entire region could be consumed.”

Darian, who had been scouting the perimeter of the grove, reappeared, his face pale and drawn. “It’s worse than we thought,” he said, his voice tight. “Haldrek… he’s coming.”

A cold dread settled over the group at Darian’s words. They had known Haldrek was nearby, lurking in the shadows, but now the air seemed to vibrate with his presence, his malevolent energy growing stronger with each passing moment. The corruption in the currents pulsed in response, as if feeding off his power.

Selene stepped forward, her cutlass gleaming as she stared out into the darkness. “What do you mean ‘coming’?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Darian swallowed, his eyes darting nervously toward the edge of the grove. “I saw him… or what’s left of him. He’s not the same anymore. The corruption… it’s taken him.”

Lysander’s brow furrowed as he processed Darian’s words. “The corruption has fused with him?”

Darian nodded, his hands trembling slightly. “It’s more than that. He’s become something… monstrous. It’s like the land itself is warping around him. The darkness follows him, and everything he touches… dies.”

A heavy silence fell over the group as the implications of Darian’s words sank in. Haldrek had been a formidable opponent before, but now, with the corruption coursing through him, he was something far worse—a living embodiment of the Shadowbound’s dark power. And he was heading straight for them.

Branwen’s connection to the land wavered, her concentration slipping as the weight of their situation bore down on her. She could feel the corruption spreading through the earth like a poison, choking the life out of the ancient trees and plants that had once thrived in the grove. Her heart ached for the land, but she knew they couldn’t save it—not with Haldrek bearing down on them.

“We can’t face him head-on,” Archer said, her voice low. “Not in his current state.”

“We don’t have a choice,” Selene replied, her eyes hard. “If we don’t stop him here, he’ll destroy everything.”

Lysander tightened his grip on his staff, his mind racing as he tried to think of a plan. “We need to sever his connection to the corruption,” he said after a moment. “It’s the only way to weaken him. If we can disrupt the flow of dark magic feeding into him, we might stand a chance.”

“And how do we do that?” Darian asked, his voice tinged with desperation. “The corruption’s everywhere. It’s in the land, the currents… it’s inside him.”

Branwen closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as she reached out once more to the magic of Eldergrove. The forest was still there, buried beneath the corruption, its ancient power waiting to be called upon. But it was fragile, its strength diminished. She wasn’t sure if it would be enough, but they had no other options.

“We can use the forest,” Branwen said quietly, her voice steady despite the fear that gripped her heart. “The ancient magic of Eldergrove… it’s still alive. If we can tap into it, we might be able to disrupt Haldrek’s connection to the corruption.”

Lysander nodded, his expression grim. “It’s risky, but it might be our only chance.”

Archer glanced toward the edge of the grove, where the shadows had begun to thicken. “Then we need to act fast,” she said, her voice filled with urgency. “Haldrek’s almost here.”

The tension in the air was palpable as the group prepared for what felt like an impossible fight. The distant rumble of Haldrek’s approach reverberated through the ground, shaking the very roots of Eldergrove. Every heartbeat seemed to echo with the weight of the coming battle, and though each of them had fought against impossible odds before, this felt different—darker, heavier. The corruption wasn’t just an external force anymore. It had taken root in Haldrek himself, turning him into a force of nature, a weapon of pure malevolence.

Archer drew a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. Her hand rested on her bow, her fingers tracing the familiar curve of the weapon as if seeking comfort in its presence. She glanced at the others, their faces etched with a mix of determination and fear.

“We make our stand here,” she said, her voice steady but firm. “We can’t let him push us back any further.”

Selene gave a nod, her cutlass at the ready, while Darian tightened the grip on his daggers, his jaw set in grim determination. “Whatever happens, we stay together,” he said, his voice low but resolute. “We face him as one.”

Branwen’s eyes flickered as she turned her attention inward, reaching deep into the heart of the forest’s magic. She could feel the pulse of life beneath the corruption, the ancient roots that still held a sliver of power. If they could just tap into that magic, maybe—just maybe—they could sever Haldrek’s connection to the dark energy that fueled him.

“We’ll need time,” Branwen said softly, her voice barely audible over the howling wind that seemed to rise as Haldrek drew closer. “I’ll need to focus on the magic, and that means I can’t defend myself. You’ll have to hold him off.”

Lysander moved closer to her, his hand resting on her shoulder. “We’ll protect you,” he promised, his tone reassuring. “Do what you need to do. We’ll keep Haldrek at bay.”

A sudden tremor shook the ground beneath them, and the air grew thick with the stench of decay. From the shadows at the edge of the grove, a figure emerged—taller, broader, more monstrous than before. Haldrek had arrived, his form grotesquely twisted by the corruption that had fused with his body. His once-human features were barely recognizable, his skin a sickly blackened hue, and his eyes burned with a fire that had nothing to do with life and everything to do with destruction.

“Stand against me if you dare,” Haldrek snarled, his voice distorted, as though multiple voices spoke through him. “You are but insects before a storm. I will crush you, and your precious grove will burn.”

Archer raised her bow, aiming straight for his chest. “We’ll see about that.”

Without hesitation, she loosed an arrow, the shaft streaking through the air with deadly precision. It struck Haldrek in the shoulder, but instead of staggering, he barely flinched. The wound closed almost instantly, the corruption healing him faster than any normal man could recover.

“Impossible,” Darian muttered, his daggers drawn. “He’s regenerating.”

“We’ve got to keep him busy!” Lysander called out, raising his staff. He sent a pulse of energy toward Haldrek, aiming to slow his advance, but the dark warrior batted the magic away as though it were a mere annoyance.

“Your magic is nothing compared to the power I now wield,” Haldrek growled, his warhammer crackling with energy. “I am the champion of the Shadowbound!”

He charged toward them with terrifying speed, his warhammer swinging in a deadly arc. Selene was the first to react, her cutlass flashing as she deflected the blow just enough to avoid being crushed. But the force of the impact sent her stumbling back, her arms trembling under the strain.

Darian leaped in next, darting toward Haldrek with his daggers aimed at the gaps in the warlord’s armor. He struck fast, landing blow after blow, but each strike was met with the same result—the wounds closed as soon as they were made, the corruption healing Haldrek faster than they could injure him.

“This isn’t working!” Darian yelled as he rolled out of the way of another hammer swing. “We can’t keep this up!”

Branwen, deep in concentration, could hear the desperate shouts of her companions, but she knew she couldn’t afford to lose focus. The ancient magic of the forest was slipping through her fingers like sand, the corruption fighting back against her attempts to harness its power. But she pressed on, drawing deeper into the roots of Eldergrove, searching for the strength she needed to disrupt Haldrek’s connection.

“Just a little more time,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with effort.

Archer nocked another arrow, her eyes narrowing as she aimed for Haldrek’s head. “Come on,” she muttered under her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Come on…”

She released the arrow, and this time, it struck true—embedding itself in Haldrek’s eye. The warlord let out a roar of rage, momentarily blinded by the attack. Archer’s brief victory was short-lived, however, as Haldrek tore the arrow from his eye socket, blackened blood pouring from the wound.

But he didn’t fall.

Instead, he turned toward Archer, his gaze burning with fury. “You dare to strike me down?” he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. “I will make you suffer for that.”

Before Archer could move, Haldrek was upon her, his warhammer crashing toward her with the force of a thunderstorm. She barely managed to roll out of the way, the ground where she had been standing shattering under the impact of the blow.

“Archer!” Selene called, rushing to her side.

“I’m fine,” Archer gasped, though her heart was racing, and the narrow escape had left her shaken.

Lysander raised his staff once more, summoning a shield of energy around Branwen as she continued her ritual. “We’re running out of time!” he shouted over the din of battle. “Branwen, whatever you’re doing, it needs to happen now!”

Branwen gritted her teeth, pushing herself further than she had ever dared before. The forest’s magic surged through her, ancient and powerful, but so fragile under the weight of the corruption. She could feel Haldrek’s connection to the dark energy—could see the tendrils of corruption feeding into him, strengthening him, making him invincible.

She reached out, her magic intertwining with the life force of the forest, and with a final, desperate push, she severed the connection.

With a sudden burst of light, the air around Branwen shimmered, and the ground beneath her pulsed with energy. The ancient magic of Eldergrove surged through her veins, flooding the battlefield with an otherworldly glow. The trees groaned, their branches bending toward the source of the power as if answering Branwen’s call. For a moment, everything was still.

Then, the corruption tethering Haldrek to his dark power began to unravel.

Haldrek’s movements faltered, his warhammer lowering as he staggered, confusion and fury twisting his grotesque features. The blackened tendrils that had once fed him dark energy now recoiled, writhing and dissipating into the air like smoke. The regeneration that had made him seemingly invincible slowed, his wounds no longer healing as quickly as before. The glowing energy in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a flicker of something more—weakness.

“No!” Haldrek roared, his voice shaking the very earth beneath them. “You cannot strip me of this power! I am the champion! I am unstoppable!”

He swung his warhammer in a wide, desperate arc, but the once-overwhelming strength behind his attacks had weakened. Selene dodged the blow with ease, a flash of triumph crossing her face as she realized the tides were finally turning.

“Now’s our chance!” Darian shouted, rushing forward with renewed determination. His daggers gleamed in the fading light as he aimed for the weak spots in Haldrek’s armor.

Archer, still recovering from her narrow escape, pulled herself to her feet and drew another arrow. Her heart pounded as she nocked it, her breath steadying as she aimed for Haldrek’s exposed chest. This time, there would be no regeneration, no dark energy to save him.

She released the arrow, watching as it soared through the air and buried itself deep into Haldrek’s chest. The warlord stumbled, a snarl of pain and rage escaping his lips as he clutched at the wound. Black blood spilled from his body, but there was no more healing, no more invincibility. The corruption was fading.

Lysander stepped forward, his staff glowing with the radiant energy of the currents. “It’s over, Haldrek,” he said, his voice cold and unwavering. “You’ve lost.”

But even as the words left his mouth, Haldrek let out a deep, guttural laugh. His body was failing him, his power draining with every passing second, but his eyes still burned with defiance.

“You think this will stop me?” Haldrek growled, his voice filled with venom. “You think you’ve won?”

He raised his warhammer, though it trembled in his grip. “You are nothing!” he bellowed, his voice growing louder, more desperate. “I am eternal! The Shadowbound will rise again, and you will all perish in flames!”

With a final, desperate roar, Haldrek swung his warhammer toward Branwen, intent on destroying the one who had severed his connection to the corruption. But his movements were slow, his strength waning, and before he could reach her, Darian was there.

The rogue moved with lightning speed, his daggers flashing as he drove both blades into Haldrek’s side. The warlord let out a choked gasp, his warhammer falling from his grasp as he stumbled forward, the life draining from his body.

Archer loosed another arrow, this one finding its mark in Haldrek’s throat. He gurgled, his eyes wide with shock as he crumpled to the ground, the weight of his own armor pulling him down.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent.

Branwen, still kneeling, looked up, her chest heaving with exhaustion. The connection to the forest was still there, but the strain of severing Haldrek’s dark power had taken its toll. She could feel the magic of Eldergrove slowly receding, its ancient strength retreating back into the roots and trees where it belonged.

Lysander rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Branwen nodded, though her legs trembled beneath her. “I’m fine,” she said softly. “But we need to make sure this is truly over.”

They turned to where Haldrek’s body lay, motionless on the ground. His eyes were still open, his mouth twisted in a final snarl of defiance, but the once-mighty warlord was no more.

Archer lowered her bow, her hands shaking as the adrenaline began to fade. “Is it… is it done?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Selene stepped forward, cautiously nudging Haldrek’s body with her boot. When he didn’t move, she glanced back at the others, her expression grim. “He’s dead,” she confirmed. “The corruption… it’s gone.”

A heavy silence settled over the group as the weight of their victory sank in. They had done it. They had stopped Haldrek, severed his connection to the dark power that had fueled him. But the cost had been high, and the battle was far from over.

Branwen’s eyes flickered to the horizon, where the dark clouds of corruption still churned in the distance. “This isn’t the end,” she murmured, her voice filled with quiet determination. “Galen’s influence still lingers. We’ve weakened him, but he’s still out there.”

Lysander nodded, his expression grave. “We need to regroup. This was a victory, but the war is far from won.”

Darian sheathed his daggers, his face a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “We’ll face him when the time comes,” he said, his voice steady. “But for now, we need to rest.”

Archer looked out over the battlefield, her heart heavy with the knowledge that the worst was yet to come. But as she glanced at her companions—Branwen, Lysander, Selene, Darian—she felt a spark of hope. They had survived this far. They had faced impossible odds and come out on the other side.

And no matter what awaited them, they would face it together.


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