At high noon, the sun blazed overhead, pouring down waves of scorching heat across the vast expanse of land. Far from the heart of Sylvanwood, hundreds of miles northwest of Emerald Castle, a massive mountain range loomed—and there, stationed in tense silence, was a heavily armed force from the Castle faction.
They waited. Quiet. Still. But the air around them buzzed with a barely restrained impatience.
Thud. Thud. Thud...
At the front of the formation stood a woman—tall, commanding, and radiant with a fierce, holy light. Her golden hair shimmered under the sun, cropped short for battle. She wore a uniquely crafted battle dress armor, pulsing with intense magical energy. The very air around her shimmered and warped slightly, as if reality itself bent in deference to her power.
