The air was thick with anticipation, the crisp night broken only by the rustling of trees and the distant howls of unseen creatures. The warriors of the Luminal Heart stood in perfect formation, their eyes steely with resolve, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to unleash their fury. The faint glow from the Heart at the center of the camp pulsed rhythmically, infusing the very ground with its unwavering strength. Every warrior, every mage, every healer felt it—a silent but powerful connection binding them together.
Kael stood at the forefront, his sword gleaming in the moonlight. The familiar weight of his weapon was comforting, yet tonight it felt heavier, as though the fate of the entire world rested upon its edge. Beside him, Morgana's staff hummed with power, the light at its tip flickering in response to the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very earth beneath them.