Alaric's POVThe fire crackled low in the center of our war council, casting flickering shadows over the grim faces gathered around it. The weight of the coming battle pressed down on us all, thickening the air with tension. Outside the tent, warriors were sharpening their blades, checking their armor, and preparing for the inevitable. But inside, where we sat, the war had already begun—on paper, in whispered strategies, in the lines of exhaustion etched into every face present.I sat beside Sofia, my hand resting near hers on the wooden table. The steady presence of her, warm and unwavering, grounded me even as my mind raced through possible battle outcomes.Zora stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, her usual smirk absent as she surveyed the group. Braylon sat across from me, his fingers drumming against the table, his jaw clenched in frustration. Beside him, warriors of rank, advisors, and scouts all leaned forward, waiting for Sofia to speak.She took a breath, then met th
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