The battlefield echoed with the sounds of war—the clanging of swords, the cries of the embattled, and the distant rumble of impending storm clouds hanging heavy in the sky. Yet, amid the chaos, a new melody began to rise: the triumphant song of unity and hope, the rallying cries of the soldiers of Nova fortified by their shared purpose.
James von Nova found himself at the heart of the maelstrom, drenched in sweat and the remnants of battle. Each heartbeat pulsed like a drum in his ears, urging him forward, propelling him against the oppressive weight of darkness embodied in Emperor Ronan Lunaris. As the two titans fought, the very fabric of their wills clashed like waves crashing against jagged rocks.
