Chapter 39: The Final Stand
The sky was dark with the weight of battle. No dawn broke through the clouds today; only the heavy scent of blood and war lingered in the air. Alex's heartbeat was steady, pounding in her ears like a war drum, urging her forward. Her body ached from the relentless strain of the last battle, but this was no time for weakness. The mysterious group was coming, and they were bringing hell with them.
She stood at the edge of the camp, her hand gripping the hilt of her blade with white-knuckled intensity. Ethan was beside her, his eyes sharp, scanning the horizon. He had always been her rock, the one person she could rely on to keep her grounded in the middle of the storm. But now, in this moment, she could sense something in him—a quiet, desperate determination that sent a shiver down her spine.
"They're coming," he said, his voice low but steady, his eyes narrowing as dark shapes emerged from the mist.
