Elara’s POVThe battlefield had become a place of sorrow, but in its ashes, I found purpose.We moved through the ruins, searching for survivors—those who had been left behind, wounded, or too afraid to move. I didn’t allow myself to stop, to grieve, not yet. There was work to do, and the weight of it pressed heavily on my shoulders.Kael and I worked swiftly, moving through the debris with Rowan’s help, calling out to anyone who could still hear us. At first, only the wind answered. Then, slowly, hesitant voices rose from the wreckage.One by one, they emerged.A woman with a bloodied arm, leaning on the remains of a collapsed wall. A young warrior, barely able to stand, clutching a broken sword as if it were his lifeline. An elderly man with hollow eyes, too exhausted to move on his own.They looked at me as if they weren’t sure whether to fear me or hope in me.I ignored their uncertainty and focused on saving as many as I could.Rowan, despite his injuries, helped carry those who
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