The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow across the Vale of Shadows. Lyra Valenwood stood at the forefront of the Celestial army, her heart pounding in rhythm with the distant war drums. As a warrior of the Celestial Order, she had trained her whole life for this moment, yet a flicker of doubt gnawed at her.
Around her, soldiers adorned in shimmering armor prepared for battle, their faces stern and resolute. The air crackled with tension, the scent of impending conflict thickening the atmosphere. Lyra tightened her grip on her sword, the blade reflecting the glow of the setting sun. She glanced at her comrades, their expressions a mixture of determination and fear, and felt a surge of responsibility. They were counting on her to lead them to victory, to bring the light of Seraphina down upon the demons that threatened their realm.
"Warriors of the Light!" called Captain Eldrin, his voice booming above the clamor. "Today, we fight for our homes, our families, and for the peace we have long sought! The Abyssians may be strong, but we are stronger together!"
With the captain's rallying cry echoing in her ears, Lyra felt a spark of courage ignite within her. But deep down, a voice whispered doubts—what if this battle was no different from the countless others? What if it only led to more suffering? Shaking off the thoughts, she steeled her resolve. There would be time for reflection later.
As the horn sounded, the Celestial army surged forward, a wave of light ready to clash against the darkness.
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