Bab 755: Before the War

On the final morning of the three days, the dawn broke with a quiet solemnity over Luca's territory, casting a soft, golden light that belied the tumultuous undercurrent of anticipation and dread. The air was thick with the weight of the impending battle, a palpable tension that tugged at the hearts of all who awaited the clash with bated breath.

Lovers clung to each other in the early morning light, whispering words of love and assurance. There were hushed promises of return, fingers entwined as if to physically bind them to their vows.

Eyes glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the fear of loss, the possibility that this sunrise might be their last together. These moments were poignant, filled with the intensity of emotions that only the prospect of imminent danger could evoke.