The streets of Solandris were a chaotic storm of fear and confusion. People ran in all directions, their faces were pale with panic as they rushed to find shelter from the unknown threat looming over their city. Vendors abandoned their stalls, and families clutched to each other as they dodged through the frenzied crowd. The usually pristine and bustling streets were filled with overturned carts, dropped wares, and a suffocating sense of dread.
In the midst of it all, Kaelen stood—bloodied, gasping for breath, and visibly worn. His hair, once a bright white, was streaked with grime and blood, and his eyes held a fierce determination even as fatigue weighed on his limbs. He tightened his grip on his chained blades, struggling to steady his breathing, all while the adrenaline still surging through his veins.
Zephyr stood a short distance away, his expression cold and resolute.
"Just give it up now."
