Kaelith Shadowbane stood at the edge of the Abyssian camp, her violet eyes scanning the horizon where the Celestials prepared for battle. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and earth, and the tension was palpable. She had always thrived in chaos, but today felt different.
"Commander Kaelith!" a voice called behind her. It was Jarek, her second-in-command, his brow furrowed with concern. "Are you ready for this? The Celestials will not show mercy."
Kaelith turned to him, her expression fierce. "Mercy is a luxury we cannot afford. We must show them the strength of the Abyss. They think they can push us into the shadows, but they will learn otherwise." Her heart raced with anticipation. She had fought through countless battles, but something about today felt like a turning point.
As the Abyssian forces prepared to march, Kaelith felt a strange sense of foreboding. She was a warrior born of darkness, yet an inexplicable feeling tugged at her—a desire to know her enemy beyond the battlefield, to understand the light they fought against.
With a final look at her camp, she steeled herself. Today, they would make history.
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