Purple flamme
The fight had been intense, every clash of steel against steel resonating through the forest.
Riley had fought with a determination and strength that inspired our troops and me. When she finally defeated Malachai, a wave of relief washed over me. We had triumphed over one of the demon king's generals, but the journey was far from over.
We regrouped and tended to the injured soldiers. The camaraderie among us was palpable, yet a lingering unease gnawed at me. This had been too close, too dangerous. We couldn't afford any more near losses.
As we moved deeper into the forest, my mind wandered. I couldn't help but think about Riley. She had grown so much, become so strong. I admired her resilience and spirit, but I also worried for her. The path we were on was fraught with danger, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing her.