The Calamity's Guardian      

The twin moons hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow as the butterflies fluttered around, their soft lights dancing in the air. Rain sat beside Eve, his voice heavy with the weight of the words he was about to say.

"To be honest, I don't want to go. But if I don't, it feels like all those who sacrificed for my cause will have done so in vain. Their deaths would mean nothing if I don't do something to stop Gorm." Rain clenched his trembling fists, his eyes closing as worry gnawed at him.

"We must stop him . . . but I'm terrified that more of my troops will perish this time. The thought of losing them . . . it scares me more than anything."

Eve watched him silently, her gaze soft and understanding. After a moment of quiet, she gently placed her hand over his clenched fists, offering comfort and strength without words.