Kael fought with the strength of a lion, his sword a blur of steel as he battled the god's minions. He was a beacon of hope, a symbol of courage in the face of overwhelming odds. He fought for me, for our kingdom, for the people he loved.
I watched from the safety of the castle, my heart a cage of fear and longing. I prayed for his safety, for his victory. But even the gods themselves seemed to have abandoned us.
The final battle was a whirlwind of destruction. Kael, wounded and weary, faced the god himself. The air crackled with power, the earth trembled beneath their feet. Kael fought with all his might, but the god was too powerful. He was destined to lose.
I ran to him, my heart screaming in my chest. "Kael!" I cried, my voice lost in the roar of the battle. "Live!"
He looked at me, his eyes filled with love and sorrow. "I can't, Elara," he whispered, his voice weak. "But I will protect you. Always."
With a final burst of strength, he struck the god, his blade finding its mark. The god, defeated, turned to stone, his power forever sealed away. But Kael, his life force drained, collapsed at my feet. He was gone.