The long-awaited day had finally arrived. The atmosphere was tense as everyone paced back and forth, checking and rechecking their itinerary to ensure that every detail was in order. Zrika couldn't help but feel a surge of fear and excitement, reminiscent of the emotions experienced during the battle with the Kayer kingdom many years ago. Now, several years later, they found themselves once again preparing for a confrontation. It felt as though their fates were intertwined, destined to engage in perpetual conflict.
"We've come so far, I hope nothing goes wrong." Azriel was worried, he had been having a gnawing feeling that something wasn't right, but he just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
"I hope so too." Lyonne sighed, "Analice wanted to follow and stay where we would be setting up camp... she couldn't wait to see Dahlia."
"Dahlia wouldn't forgive us if we let her step foot near the battleground."