The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke that filled Athelia's senses. As her eyes fluttered open, she couldn't believe she was still alive after the devastating clash with the elf statue. She had been cornered, on the brink of succumbing to the elf's final attack, when suddenly a torrent of flames erupted, shielding her from certain doom.
In the aftermath, her memories were a blur. Someone had intervened in those final moments, but who was it? The question gnawed at her mind as she struggled to rise, her body aching from the impact of the battle. The scene around her was one of destruction and chaos, with remnants of the elf statue strewn about like fallen giants. Athelia needed answers—and she needed them fast.
