Aiden emerged from the forge, the glow of the seal radiating in his hands like a miniature sun. The resistance fighters, worn but resolute, paused in their tasks to watch him. Hope flickered in their eyes as they saw the artifact, sensing the power it held. For many, it was a symbol that their sacrifices might not be in vain.
Rick's second-in-command, Lila, approached him, her face pale with tension. "Aiden, we've received word from the front. Myne and Rick are holding off Vassago's forces, but they're being overwhelmed. They can't hold out much longer."
Aiden's grip on the seal tightened. He had poured his very essence into its creation, but wielding it against a force like Vassago was a task no one had attempted before. The seal wasn't merely a weapon—it was an anchor of light, a beacon meant to challenge the corruption of the Abyss.
"How far are they from here?" Aiden asked, his voice calm but laced with urgency.
