Aeron Blackthorn stood before the gathered rebels, his voice strong and unwavering. He was older now, the years etched into his face, but his eyes still burned with the same fire that had driven him to oppose Kael all those years ago. The men and women before him were a ragtag group—farmers, former soldiers, and outcasts—all united by their hatred for Kael's rule."We fight not just for ourselves, but for the future of this land!" Aeron declared, his voice carrying through the makeshift camp. "Kael Draven believes he can remake the world in his image, but his vision is one of darkness and despair. We cannot allow him to continue. If we stand together, we can bring an end to his tyranny!"The crowd murmured in agreement, their resolve hardening with every word Aeron spoke. They had seen the devastation Kael's rule had wrought—the famine, the suffering, the endless night that seemed to stretch on forever. They knew the odds were against them, but they also knew that they could not stand by and do nothing.Among the rebels was Lira, a young woman with a gift for healing, who had joined the rebellion after Kael's forces had destroyed her village. She approached Aeron after his speech, her expression determined. "You really think we can defeat him?" she asked, her voice filled with both hope and fear.Aeron looked at her, seeing the uncertainty in her eyes. "Kael is powerful, but he is not invincible. He's made enemies of those who once called him friend. He's isolated, consumed by his own darkness. We can use that against him."Lira nodded, though doubt still lingered. "And if we fail?"Aeron's expression hardened. "Then we die knowing we tried to stop him. But if we succeed... we may finally bring an end to this nightmare."