For they were no longer mere individuals, but living embodiments of an ancient prophecy, destined to shape the course of history itself.
As Madison and Wald emerged from the alcove, a newfound determination burned within them. The knowledge of their true purpose, the weight of the destiny that now rested upon their shoulders, was a burden they would bear with unwavering resolve.
"We must move swiftly," Wald murmured, his voice low and urgent. "The Mad King's forces grow stronger with each passing day, and we cannot afford to let them gain any more ground."
Madison nodded, her fingers instinctively tightening around the hilt of her blade. "What is our next move, my prince? Shall we rally the Alphas and launch a preemptive strike?"
Wald shook his head, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "No, a direct assault would be foolish at this stage. The Mad King's twisted minions are many, and they have the advantage of surprise on their side."