A fantasy battle scene on a beach at dusk, with a glowing warrior breaking ice, a woman shouting, and knights on horseback retreating.

Strength flooded me, controlled and terrifyingly clear. I moved. Each strike landed with purpose, shockwaves rippling outward, armor shattering like glass. The heavy warriors fell first, their runes unraveling under the gem’s light. Shields split. Spears bent. Knights were hurled aside like broken dolls. Dani rallied the line with a savage laugh. Hex surged forward, the sea roaring behind her. Within moments, the enemy formation broke. The rider raised his hand again, then stopped. He studied me carefully. “This is not the end,” he said. “This was confirmation.” He mounted his steed. The remaining black knights withdrew with flawless discipline, vanishing into the forest as if they had never been there. Silence crashed down over Kraken Shore. Ver mais