Elara stood firm, her sword gleaming in her hands as the massive figure of the Sentinel loomed before her. The swirling storm above crackled with energy, lightning flashing through the dark clouds, casting jagged shadows on the ground. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to breathe deeply, calming the turmoil inside her.
The Sentinel moved, its shadowy form shifting and stretching, towering above her like a mountain of darkness. Its eyes glowed with the same pale, unnatural light that pulsed from the Heart of Thalor. This was not just a fight for survival—it was a fight for the future, for the fate of her world.
"I will not fail," Elara whispered to herself, her grip tightening on her sword.
The Sentinel's voice boomed across the battlefield, shaking the very ground beneath her. "You are brave, mortal, but bravery alone will not save you. This is a trial of strength, wisdom, and balance. If you falter, the Heart will consume you."
