The night air was thick with anticipation as Ciara stood in the courtyard, the palace looming behind her, a silent guardian of all she had fought for. The stars above twinkled like distant lanterns, each one a beacon of hope and determination. With the alliances she had forged and the power she had embraced, Ciara felt a fierce resolve coursing through her veins.
As she turned to rejoin her warriors, she sensed a shift in the atmosphere—a tangible tension that pricked at her skin. The air felt charged, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation of the coming storm. She took a moment to gather herself, inhaling deeply and letting the cool night air fill her lungs, grounding her amidst the swirling emotions.