Some warriors fight for victory.
Others fight for redemption.
The attack doesn’t slow.
It evolves.
Fire spreads through the outer camp. Defensive lines collapse in sections. Wolves scatter, regroup, fall.
Every move Aria makes—
The enemy counters.
“They’re predicting everything!” Kael roars, slamming an attacker into the ground.
Aria’s mind races.
Not just reacting—
Trying to stay ahead.
But she can’t.
Because Malrik already is.
“We need to break their formation!” Aria shouts.
Kael turns sharply. “How?”
Before she can answer—
A voice cuts through the chaos.
“I can do it.”
Both of them turn.
Draven stands behind them.
Calm.
Focused.
Unshaken by the war around him.
Aria’s eyes narrow.
“You said you wanted to fight,” she says.
Draven nods once.
“This is where I’m use
