The war field, where clashes now brew in conceding tension, lay beneath a sky heavy with unspoken dread. Dust, like the restless spirits of the fallen, swirled in the wind, whispering forgotten wisdom into the ears of those who still stood. Each gust carried the weight of fate, as if urging warriors to heed the logic buried beneath their rage.
Seraphina tried to move, but her legs were already numb, drained of strength and trembling from sheer exhaustion. Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the approaching Primordial Rhinos. The beasts' eyes burned like molten embers, their heavy footfalls shaking the very ground beneath her.
