With each passing battle, the score grew increasingly lopsided, now standing at [100-75] in favor of the Xyrrans. The Nature Wardens found themselves on the brink of defeat, their resilience tested to its limits.
Desperation permeated their ranks, as they faced a grim dilemma: who would be the next chosen warrior to face the Xyrrans? They desperately clung to a fervent prayer: that it would be one of their own, not Elysia, their strongest and most revered fighter.
They yearned for her survival, praying that fate would spare her while others faced the cruel fate that awaited them. They knew that Elysia was their last hope, their only chance to turn the tide of the war.
But they also knew that she had suffered enough, that she deserved a better fate than to die at the hands of her tormentors.
Each member of the Nature Wardens bore this excruciating decision within their hearts, a final plea for forgiveness to Elysia after the horrors she had endured back on