Isabella took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. Her father stood beside her, his betrayal still a raw wound, but there was no time to dwell on it now. The horizon began to glow with the first light of dawn, and with it, the promise of an imminent attack. Adrian turned to the assembled villagers, his voice steady and authoritative. “Everyone, to your positions. Remember, we fight for our home, for our families, and for our future. We will not let them take what is ours.” The villagers moved quickly, taking up their weapons and fortifying their defenses. Isabella watched them, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. They were ready to fight, no matter the cost. Aeliana joined Isabella, her eyes scanning the horizon. “We need to use the relic’s power wisely. If we can channel it correctly, it could turn the tide in our favor.” Isabella nodded, gripping the relic tightly. “We’ll make it work. We have to.” As the first shadows appeared on the horizon, a tense silen
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