Fray soared through the darkened sky, his piercing gaze scanned the battlefield, where groups of warriors lay injured and fatigued, their eyes turning upward to witness the sight above.
Descending, Fray's dark wings gracefully carried him towards the bridge where specific group of six warriors were standing.
(So we met them already.) Fray continued his descent, landing with a controlled grace that betrayed the power within those ominous wings. The rest of the group followed suit, forming a formidable presence beside him.
As Fray and his companions landed before the ancient bridge. The Guardians, an ensemble of six, moved towards them. Elisa, positioned behind Fray, observed the procession, her gaze fixated on a figure walking beside Luke – Aslin, with her deep, enigmatic eyes that bore the weight of untold stories.
