Lux's eyes sharpened.
"Shit... better go check."
Dragging his tired frame forward, Lux trudged across the ruined terrain. The twenty-minute walk felt like a marathon, his legs barely holding him up, sweat clinging to his back, breath shallow. But he didn't stop. Not until he crested the final hill and saw the aftermath of a war.
The land was devastated—trees splintered, the ground upturned, ash floating in the air like snow.
And there—at the heart of it—was Elreth.
She lay collapsed amidst the debris, her crimson hair matted with blood and soot, her body broken and battered. One arm was gone—torn clean off. Her armor was shattered, her once-proud spear lying snapped beside her.
Lux's eyes widened, alarm flooding his chest.
"Hah! Better hurry!"
