Chapter 71: The Imminent Attack

I stood on the edge of Silverwood, staring out into the darkened horizon. The air was thick with tension, every breath I took feeling heavier than the last.

The storm had receded, but the ominous energy it left behind lingered, a constant reminder of the battle that was about to come.

My fingers tightened around the hilt of my blade, the cold metal grounding me, keeping me focused.

Beside me, Isaac scanned the treeline, his eyes narrowed in concentration. “They’re out there,” he muttered, his voice low. “I can feel it.”

“We all can,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation was suffocating, each second stretching out into an eternity as we waited for the first sign of the attack.

It was coming—there was no doubt about that. The only question was when.

“They’re going to hit us hard,” came another voice. Talia stepped up beside us, her expression grim. “We need to be ready.”

“We are ready,” I said, more for my own reassurance than anything else. But even as I spok