Amara collapsed against the mossy ground, her breath coming in small gasps, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The pain throbbed in her chest, each pulse a reminder of her failure.
Rhys loomed over her, casting a shadow that swallowed the light. His expression was a blend of arrogance and disdain as he looked down at her, the young nymph who had dared to challenge a titan. "I warned you, you cannot win against me, Amara," he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Now that your dream of defeating me is over. It's time to go back."
Through her blurred vision, Amara focused on his looming figure. Though her body was defeated, her spirit remained unyielding. Despite her apparent failure, she refused to surrender. She was not going to back down. Her heart raced as she searched for any glimmer of hope.
She had exhausted every spell she could recall or had seen in her memories. But her lack of experience had cost her dearly.
