All of us have gathered here with one single common goal. Defeating and killing the enemies," Lunara said, her voice steady but edged with quiet determination.
She moved slowly, walking in a deliberate circle around the group. Her cloak dragged across the moss-covered stones beneath her feet, fluttering slightly with each stride.
The Guardians trailed silently behind her—unwavering shadows of loyalty.
They walked like a living wall, silent, powerful, radiating the solemn energy of those who had walked into battle a thousand times and would do so again without hesitation.
After all, she was their queen.
Lunara stopped near Zayne, who stood at the front of the gathered humans, his expression unreadable.
Without asking, she reached for his hand, gripping it tightly. Then, without hesitation, she pulled him forward, placing him where everyone could see him.
