The victory at the enforcers' camp weighed heavily on Stella's mind. Despite the battle won, she knew that the war against William was far from over. The witch they had defeated was just one of many, and William had more loyalists spread across the city, slowly turning the once vibrant place into a dystopian nightmare.
As the morning sun began to rise, casting a pale light over the blood-soaked battlefield, Stella gathered her remaining allies. They were exhausted, covered in cuts and bruises, but the grim resolve on their faces said everything. They were ready to fight on, no matter the cost.
"Rest while you can," she said to her team. "We've taken out one of William's strongholds, but there will be more coming for us."
Bryan approached, wiping the sweat from his brow. "We took a hard hit last night. Some of the men need serious medical attention, and Mara's exhausted after that spell. We can't keep going at this pace."
