Chapter 11: Final wave
dum dum dum dum~
The fog around Eldwood thickened as the war drums roared back to life, their rhythm a relentless pulse that set Leon's nerves on edge.
He stood behind the barricade, the smooth stone still warm in his hand, its faint glow a reminder of the magic Saria had recharged in him moments ago.
His body buzzed with energy, but his heart pounded with dread, the memory of her lips and the surge of power doing little to quiet the fear gnawing at his gut.
This is it, he thought, his sneakers scuffing the dirt as he peered into the mist.
Saria stood at the forefront, her black ponytail swaying slightly, her sword drawn and glinting in the moonlight.
Her face remained an unyielding mask, her dark eyes scanning the fog for movement.
The fiery aura around her hands flickered, ready to unleash hell.
The townsfolk around her—archers, spearmen, and a few mages—gripped their weapons, their faces pale but resolute.