Back in the village, chaos erupted as the king's forces invaded. Kiera and Ethan were already rallying the villagers, swords drawn, ready to defend their home. I joined them, Elowen at my side, feeling the adrenaline surge.
"Arion! We need you!" Kiera shouted, slicing through the chaos. "Use your powers to find the king's weak points!"
I nodded, slipping on the glasses and focusing. Images flooded my mind: the king, cloaked in shadows, his heart twisted with darkness. But there was a flicker of fear—his guards were nervous. If I could exploit that weakness, we might stand a chance.
"Everyone, listen!" I called, my voice steady despite the turmoil. "We need to focus on the king's guards. They're not as loyal as he thinks. Let's turn their fear against him!"
With newfound resolve, I led the charge, rallying the villagers. Elowen used her magic to bolster our defenses, summoning vines and roots to trip the invading soldiers. Kiera fought valiantly at my side, her strength unmatched. And Ethan? He was running around like a headless chicken, but somehow managing to keep spirits high.
"Just like that! Take that, evil minions!" he shouted, dodging an attack and knocking a soldier off balance.
The battle raged, but the tide began to turn in our favor. The villagers fought fiercely, emboldened by the presence of powerful allies. I could feel the energy in the air shift, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, a battle cry echoed through the woods.
But just as victory seemed within reach, a figure emerged from the shadows—the king himself, cloaked in darkness, his eyes burning with malice.