I feel something tapping at my shoulder and face, persistent and unrelenting. I try to swat it away, groaning, but the tapping continues. Reluctantly, I open my eyes and see Nikko standing over me, her tail swishing with curiosity. Her large blue eyes stare at me with a mix of impatience and excitement. Startled, I sit up quickly, causing Nikko to jump back.

"We're leaving," she says before darting away, her tail flicking back and forth.

I rub my eyes, taking in my surroundings. The cave is dimly lit by the morning sun, casting long shadows on the rough, stone walls. Talia and Nikko are at the back, packing away various cooking equipment with practiced efficiency. Ryu is outside with Apollo and IG-22, organizing and loading what appear to be weapons and tools into a strange-looking carriage.

As I stretch and get up, I watch them work. The weapons have triggers like crossbows but are sleeker, made entirely of metal. The carriage they are loading them into catches my eye—it's like nothing I've ever seen before. It has a streamlined design, with a shiny metallic surface and an open compartment in the back. The front seats look designed for two people, and there's a wider seat at the back. It hovers slightly off the ground, seemingly defying gravity.

"Sleep well?" Talia asks as she passes me, placing various pouches of holding into an open compartment of the strange carriage.

"I did," I respond, still groggy. "What is that?" I ask, pointing at the vehicle.

"That is called a speeder," Ryu says, climbing into the driver seat and fiddling with various glowing buttons and switches.

"And what is a speeder?" I ask, stepping closer to get a better look.

"A vehicle that can move at very fast speeds," Ryu explains before getting out of the strange looking carriage.

Apollo and IG-22 finish placing the weapons and tools into the back compartment. "Everything has been stowed away," Apollo states.

"Same with the food and cooking equipment," Nikko chimes in happily. Ryu pats her on the head, making her ears twitch and her tail swish faster.

"Still want to tag along?" Talia asks me, her tone friendly and inviting.

Though I'm a bit concerned about the strange-looking vehicle, I nod with a faint smile. "I do," I say.

"Great, then gather your things," Talia says, returning the smile.

DP-7 touches down gracefully behind the passenger area, its landing smooth and quiet. Talia and Nikko head toward the passenger seat, with Nikko sitting comfortably on Talia's lap, her small hands gripping the seat. Ryu slides into the driver's seat, the subtle hum of the speeder signaling it's ready to go.

I quickly gather my belongings—grabbing my satchel, rolling up my sleeping canvas, and shoving it into another bag—before hurrying to climb into the back. Once seated, I realize just how cramped it feels with IG-22 and Apollo sitting beside me. Their bulky frames make me feel even more squished, and IG-22's imposing presence doesn't help ease my nerves.

Ryu taps a few buttons on the control panel, and the speeder roars to life, the deep hum of the engine vibrating beneath us. A glass panel slides into place overhead, sealing us inside as the speeder begins to lift off the ground. My hands instinctively fly to the edge of my seat, gripping tightly as the sensation of hovering unsettles me.

Ryu glances back, his voice steady as he says, "Before we get going, everyone needs to put on their safety belts. Don't want anyone flying out if we hit turbulence." He secures his own belt with practiced ease, the strap crossing over his chest.

Talia mirrors his action, securing herself and wrapping a belt around Nikko to keep her safe. Apollo and IG-22 follow suit with precise movements, and I quickly fumble with the unfamiliar belt, finally managing to fasten it across my chest. The tension eases slightly once I'm secure, though I still can't help but feel a bit anxious with IG-22 so close.

"Everything set, DP-7?" Ryu asks, and a series of beeps echo through the compartment.

"Hold on tight," Ryu says, gripping the steering controls.

The vehicle practically launches out of the cave, and I feel my stomach drop as we speed forward. I grip the belt even tighter, my knuckles turning white. The sensation of hovering and then accelerating so rapidly is overwhelming. I try to focus on breathing steadily, but the speed and the unfamiliarity of the situation make it difficult.

Nikko, on the other hand, seems to enjoy the ride, giggling and pointing at the rapidly passing scenery. Talia, I notice, doesn't seem to be enjoying it much either, her face slightly pale. Apollo and IG-22 remain silent, their expressions—or lack thereof—unreadable.

We leave the forest behind in a matter of moments, the dense trees giving way to a vast open field. The grass below us blurs into a green sea as we zoom across the landscape. The rising sun casts a golden hue over everything, making the scene almost surreal.

As the speeder flies across the open landscape, I turn to take in the passing scenery. The fields stretch out endlessly, with patches of forest interspersed, their canopies swaying gently in the wind. Suddenly, something in the sky catches my attention. It's difficult to make out exactly what it is at first, but it's definitely a winged creature. As we zip past a small forest and reach another open field, I see that the single winged creature has become many. They are getting closer, and I finally recognize them—wyverns. Lots of them.

Beeping suddenly interrupts my thoughts. "We've got large, winged creatures heading our way," Ryu says, glancing at the approaching wyverns before stopping the vehicle abruptly. The sudden stop jolts everyone forward, and I grip the edge of my seat tightly, my heart racing.

"Should we turn back?" Talia asks, her voice tinged with concern.

"No. We've wasted enough time. We will fight," Ryu replies, his tone resolute.

"Are you insane?" I shout, leaning forward between Ryu and Talia. "Those are Wyverns! They're nasty, powerful creatures. Their hides are tougher than scale mail, and their teeth are like daggers!"

Ryu looks over at me, a hint of excitement in his tone. "Don't worry," he says. "Those wyverns may bite, but this speeder bites harder. DP-7, convert to fighter mode."

The speeder begins to hum, and I notice wings extending on each side. A loud whirring sound starts up, an ominous noise that sends shivers down my spine. The speeder slowly lifts into the sky, and I feel my stomach drop as the ground gets smaller and smaller.

"I'm terrified of heights, by the way!" I shout, my voice shaking. I notice Talia is equally scared, gripping her seat tightly. Nikko, however, is mesmerized by the view, her hands pressed against the glass as she peers out.

"Nikko, sweetie, please sit down and hold tight," Ryu instructs.

"Sorry, Papa," Nikko says, leaning back and holding on tightly.

The Wyverns are now close enough to be easily visible. Their leathery wings beat powerfully, their muscular bodies covered in thick, dark scales that glint menacingly in the light. Their eyes are beady and predatory, and their jaws, filled with razor-sharp teeth, snap at the air. There are about a dozen of them, one twice as large as the others, leading the charge.

The speeder remains still as the wyverns get closer. "Ryu," Talia says, concern etched in her voice.

"Hold on," Ryu says calmly, the speeder turning to face the approaching Wyverns.

"Ryu," Talia says again, louder and more worried.

"Not yet." The wyverns are so close now I can see the glint in their eyes.

"Ryu!" Talia shouts as the largest wyvern lunges forward, jaws wide open. Ryu pulls the controls, and the speeder suddenly dips down, narrowly avoiding the massive jaws. Talia and I scream as the speeder flies over the landscape, dodging the other wyverns. Each creature snaps its jaws or strikes with its tail, but Ryu maneuvers the speeder with expert precision, avoiding each attack.

We dive down, then sharply up, the force pushing me back into my seat. We spin to the left, then to the right, evading the snapping jaws and whipping tails. The speed and sudden movements make my head spin, and my heart feels like it's going to leap out of my chest. Ryu takes the speeder higher into the sky, the ground far below us now a blur. Nikko watches with delight, while Talia and I cling to our seats, terrified.

Suddenly, Ryu stops the speeder, and we all lurch forward again. The speeder turns slowly, facing the ground. In the distance, I can see the wyverns approaching. Ryu pulls a trigger on the controls, and that loud whirring sound intensifies. A series of blue energy bolts fire from the speeder, streaking towards the wyverns.

The largest wyvern and several others are hit, scattering them. Some fall to the ground, dead, while others manage to evade the shots and continue their pursuit. Ryu pulls back on the controls, and the speeder stops falling, hovering in the sky once more. For a brief moment, I get a grand view of the beautiful landscapes around us. Far off, I can just make out the elven capital, its spires and towers gleaming in the distance.

The moment is short-lived, as the speeder suddenly veers to the left, narrowly dodging a wyvern that swoops in from the side. I scream at the sudden motion, clutching my seat tighter. The landscape below blurs as we zigzag through the air, Ryu expertly dodging the relentless wyverns.

"Hang on!" Ryu shouts, pulling the speeder into a steep climb. The force presses me into my seat, making it hard to breathe. We crest the climb and dive back down. The wyverns are still hot on our tail, but Ryu's skillful maneuvers keep us just out of their reach.

I manage to look back and see the wyverns, the larger one leading them, closing in fast. There are seven of them left, and they look furious. My heart leaps into my throat as the larger wyvern accelerates, snapping its massive jaws just inches from the speeder. Ryu jerks the speeder to the right, narrowly avoiding the deadly bite, and I get thrown against my seat by the sudden maneuver.

The wyverns are gaining on us, their wings beating furiously as they pick up speed. But Ryu pushes a lever forward, and the speeder surges ahead, leaving the wyverns behind. The acceleration slams me back into my seat. I glance over and see Talia holding Nikko tightly, her knuckles white. My stomach twists with the speed, but I barely have time to process it before the speeder jolts again, spinning around to face the oncoming wyverns.

"DP-7, switch to heavy cannons," Ryu commands. A series of beeps fills the compartment, followed by a loud whirring sound from the speeder. The wyverns close in, but before they can reach us, larger, red energy bolts fire from beneath the speeder, each shot accompanied by a high-pitched noise that I can feel reverberate through my chest. It's so loud that I cover my ears, and I see Talia and Nikko doing the same.

I watch in awe and terror as the energy bolts slam into the wyverns, sending them flying back with smoldering holes in their chests and wings. The larger wyvern takes a hit but remains airborne, its eyes glaring at us. The smaller wyverns fall, dead or dying, and the speeder stops firing. The large wyvern, seemingly realizing it's outmatched, turns and flies away, though I can tell it is injured.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

Talia and I let out a combined sigh of relief. My body is still trembling with fear and adrenaline. My heart races, and I feel light-headed, my breaths coming in quick gasps.

"Is everyone okay?" Ryu asks, looking back.

"We're fine," Talia replies, though her voice is shaky.

Nikko, on the other hand, is bubbling with excitement. "Papa, that was amazing! The way we went up and down, left and right! And how you fought of those scary wyvern!" she boasts, her tail swishing back and forth.

I manage a weak thumbs-up. "Can we please land now?" I ask, my voice wavering.

Ryu nods and begins the descent. The speeder's movement still makes my stomach churn, but soon we land within a small canopy of trees. As soon as the glass panel slides back, I unbuckle the safety belt and practically leap out of the speeder. The moment my feet touch the ground, a wave of relief washes over me, and I take a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. Talia, however, is leaning heavily against the speeder, breathing hard.

"Not a fan of flying either?" Ryu asks with a chuckle.

"No," Talia says, shaking her head. "I hate flying now far more than just riding that speeder."

Nikko and Ryu share a laugh as Apollo and IG-22 step out of the speeder next. Apollo remains silent, standing by a tree with his shield and spear ready. IG-22's movements are stiff and precise, its small red eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Let's rest here for a bit," Ryu says as DP-7 leaves its compartment in the speeder and flies away.

"What is DP-7 going to do?" I ask, watching the small droid zoom off.

"Provide reconnaissance. DP-7 is my eyes and ears and will keep an eye on our surroundings while Apollo and IG-22 patrol the area. We'll be safe while we rest," Ryu assures me.

I nod, the whirlwind in my stomach slowly dying down. I sit down on the ground, grateful for the stability. Talia and Nikko join me. I watch as IG-22 and Apollo head into the trees, Apollo moving with a quiet, deliberate grace despite his size.

Doesn't Apollo need to eat too? I wonder as Ryu sits down and hands out loaves of bread and chunks of cheese from his pouch. I take a bite of the bread, savoring the simple yet comforting taste. As I chew, I watch Apollo disappear into the tree line, his figure blending into the shadows. IG-22 is already out of sight, its unsettling presence no longer haunting me.

I take another deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. Despite everything, a sense of calm begins to settle over me. I turn to Nikko, noticing how calm she appears as she sits on her father's lap, nibbling on bread. "Hey, Nikko," I say, catching her attention. "How come you weren't scared of the flying or the wyverns?"

She looks up at me with a cheerful expression. "Because of Papa," she replies, her tail swishing happily. "He is very strong and very capable. I'm not afraid around him."

"But the flying?" I ask, still puzzled by her calm demeanor.

Nikko shakes her head. "Where I come from, my people always climb large trees and navigate across great heights," she explains. "Flying was so much fun, though. I hope next time we won't get attacked."

"That's what's been bothering me," Ryu says, drawing our attention.

"About the wyverns, you mean?" Talia asks, and Ryu nods.

"They attacked the moment we left the cave. It's as if they were waiting for us," Ryu continues.

"You don't think that wyvern attack is this Shadowfell's doing?" Talia asks.

"Wyverns are hunters. They hunt in packs. I don't think it was this Shadowfell's doing," I say.

"Do wyverns frequent this area?" Ryu asks.

I shake my head. "No. They prefer canyons, deserts. Places that are arid and hot. But that doesn't mean they were under some dark influence just because they were not in their usual hunting grounds."

Ryu shakes his head, his voice firm. "No, Rebecca, I disagree. The animal attacks in Eldoria—they're already attributed to the influence of the Shadowfell. Talia's seen it herself; the creatures are acting unnaturally aggressive, venturing far from their usual habitats to attack villages and travelers. I don't think this wyvern pack is any different."

Talia nods, glancing at me with concern. "Ryu's right. The Shadowfell warps everything it touches—creatures that once stuck to their territories suddenly seem bent on destruction. It's more than just a coincidence that a wyvern pack, of all things, attacked us in a place they'd normally avoid."

I hesitate, considering his words. "But wyverns are usually territorial and attack only for food or defense. It seems strange that—"

"It's strange because it isn't normal," Ryu insists, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "The Shadowfell changes creatures, manipulates their instincts until they act on twisted, unnatural urges. This isn't a random encounter; it's part of something larger."

Suddenly, Ryu's glove starts to beep and all eyes are on him. "What do you mean smoke on the horizon?" Ryu asks into his glove. More series of beeps follow.

I turn to Talia, hoping she can translate but she just shrugs, clearly not understanding its beeps like me. Nikko stops eating and watches her father with a worried expression. "Show me," Ryu commands. A small square on his glove retracts, and blue light casts a bird's-eye view of the entire landscape. I'm astonished by what I see. The canopy, the speeder, us—all visible from above.

Whatever is watching us moves, leaving the canopy and tilting upwards to reveal the broader landscape. In the distance, where a larger forest lies, I can make out thick, black smoke rising into the sky. 

"What is in that direction?" Talia asks.

Ryu manipulates his glove, and the view shifts until it halts over an elven village. As I peer at the projection from Ryu's glove, I take in the sight of the elven village. The buildings are beautiful, with elegant arches and intricate designs, but they are engulfed in flames, their splendor being reduced to ashes. The streets are chaotic, filled with panicked villagers running in every direction. The scene is heart-wrenching—women and children are being dragged out of their homes by soldiers with the emblem of Eldoria on their chest plate, who laugh and jeer as they ransack the village. The air is thick with smoke, and the sound of screams and cries for help is deafening.

The soldiers move with ruthless efficiency, kicking down doors and pulling out anyone they find. I see dead villagers lying in the streets, their bodies a stark reminder of the brutality taking place. Elven soldiers who had tried to defend their village now lay lifeless, their blood staining the cobblestones. The soldiers of Eldoria, armed with torches and swords, show no mercy. One soldier grabs an elderly elf by the hair and drags her across the ground, her cries for help piercing through the chaos.

"Is that...?" Talia's voice trails off, filled with horror and disbelief.

"Lindórinan," Ryu responds, his voice heavy with a mix of sorrow and anger. "That explains why it has been so quiet for so long. They didn't give up looking for us." He clenches his fist, and the display disappears back into his glove. The air around us feels charged, almost as if the ground itself is vibrating with Ryu's anger.

Ryu stands up abruptly, leaving his untouched bread and cheese on the ground. He strides towards the speeder with purpose, Talia and Nikko quickly following suit. I hesitate for a moment, the terror of what we are about to face gripping me.

"Wait, what will you do?" I ask, standing up and watching Ryu climb onto his speeder, with Nikko and Talia following suit.

"Save them, of course," Ryu says, his determination clear. "Apollo, IG-22, DP-7, return to the speeder now," he orders into his glove.

I hesitate, the memory of the wyvern attack fresh in my mind. Now we're rushing to an elven village under attack. I saw how many soldiers there were—too many. Ryu notices my hesitation and climbs back out, approaching me.

"You don't have to come with us," he says gently. "I can tell you are afraid which is competently normal," he says to me. "It is alright if you wish to stay he-"

"It's not that I don't want to come," I say, my voice trembling. "But I'm terrified. First time I have ever flown or run into a pack of wyvern. Yesterday I was nearly beheaded, today nearly devoured. I'm not a fighter, Ryu. I'm an explorer. I research old civilizations, old texts, old ruins. I don't fight. I won't be useful in a fight."

"That won't be a problem," Ryu says. "I promise you, I won't let any harm fall upon you."

I look into the shadowy void that hides his face. Despite the darkness, I can sense the sincerity in his tone. I nod, a faint smile on my face. "I'll have IG-22 protect you," he adds.

"Oh no," I say, chuckling. "Please, not him."

Ryu chuckles softly.

"Thank you" I say to him, feeling a little better. He nods and I follow him back to the speeder. Apollo, IG-22, and DP-7 arrive shortly after. Everyone straps in, and the glass panel slides shut. I hold on to the safety belt and close my eyes as I feel the speeder lift off and fly away. The sensation is still a bit overwhelming, but as I open my eyes, my fear isn't as strong as before. The view is breathtaking, and I even enjoy the sensation of flying for just a moment. But that enjoyment quickly fades when the speeder turns, and I see the giant trail of smoke in the distance. Though far away, it's still an ominous sight. Despite Ryu's words of comfort, I can't shake the fear that grips me.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

The speeder flies across the open landscape, and I can't help but feel a growing sense of dread. Ryu navigates the speeder at a lower height, weaving through the treetops until he brings it to a stop within the tree line, not far from the elven village. The canopy above provides natural cover, masking our approach. As the glass panel slides open, we all unbuckle and step out, our senses immediately assaulted by the distant cries and laughter carried on the wind.

"What's the plan?" Talia asks, her voice tinged with worry as she glances towards the village, her expression taut with concern.

Ryu looks at IG-22, his face hidden in the shadow of his hood, but his tone is commanding and clear. "IG-22 will approach the village through the southern entrance and distract those soldiers. But remember," he says turning to IG-22, his voice firm, "just the soldiers. Stun their leader and don't harm or stun the villagers. Understand?"

"Affirmative," IG-22 responds in its hollow, monotone voice, before striding purposefully towards the village.

I watch the golem move with a mixture of awe and trepidation. I'm still processing the reality of what's happening, my mind racing. "What will we do?" I ask, my voice betraying my nervousness.

Ryu's expression darkens slightly, his tone carrying a weight that makes me both reassured and apprehensive. "We will enter the village from a different way."

I blink, a flicker of uncertainty stirring within me. "What do you mean by a different way?"

Ryu's gaze is unwavering as he turns to Nikko and DP-7. "DP-7 will stay here with Nikko and guard the speeder. I want you to stick close and be ready for anything."

Nikko's ears twitch, and she looks up at her father, her voice small but firm. "Papa, I want to come with you. I can help!"

Ryu kneels, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "I know, Nikko. And I trust you. But right now, I need you to keep DP-7 company and protect the speeder. That way, if anything happens, I'll know it's safe with you."

She hesitates, looking between Ryu, Talia, and me, before nodding with a serious expression. "Okay, Papa. I'll keep it safe."

Nikko hugs Ryu tightly, and he returns the embrace, brushing his hand over her hair. Then she turns and wraps her arms around Talia, who gives her an encouraging smile, patting Nikko's back in reassurance.

I catch Ryu's eye just before we turn to leave, feeling a surge of unexpected worry. "Be careful, all of you," Nikko says, her voice quiet but filled with concern.

"We will," Ryu replies, giving her a small nod that, even with his expression hidden, conveys his reassurance.

With that, DP-7 rolls closer to Nikko, whistling softly as it takes its position by the speeder, its photoreceptor fixed on us. As we begin moving toward the village, I keep my steps light, already feeling the tension rise.

⚔⚔⚔⚔⚔

Meanwhile, Llamiryl kneels in the temple, her eyes closed, her voice blending with the other priests as they chant their prayers before the statue of Lytharia for the safety of her people. The serene atmosphere is abruptly shattered when the large wooden doors burst open with a resounding crash. Many soldiers flood in, led by a taller and more muscular figure. His presence exudes malevolence, his scarred face and cold eyes radiating cruelty and power. He wears a dark, ornate armor that marks him as someone of high rank.

Llamiryl rises to her feet, her calm demeanor unwavering as she turns to face them. The other priests follow suit, their expressions mirroring her composed resolve. "There you are," the large soldier sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. With a wave of his hand, his troops surge forward, roughly grabbing Llamiryl and the other priests. "Search the rest of the temple. I want every priest outside," he commands, his voice a bark of authority.

The soldiers drag Llamiryl and the others out of the temple, their iron grips unyielding. Several more priests and priestesses are dragged out. The sight that greets them outside is one of sheer devastation. The once peaceful village is now a scene of chaos. Flames lick at the wooden structures, thick black smoke billowing into the sky. Villagers scream in terror as soldiers ransack homes, dragging women and children into the streets. Those who resist too much are cut down mercilessly, their bodies left in the dirt.

The large soldier stands before Llamiryl, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You see this?" he says, gesturing to the destruction. "This is but a taste of what will happen to your pitiful kingdom. The reason you are still breathing is because my lord wants some answers from you," he continues, his voice cold and menacing. "It has come to his understanding that you have encountered four wanted criminals that you have aided recently."

As the large soldier sneers beside her, Llamiryl forces herself to keep her gaze steady, even as flames rise and cries echo from the terrified villagers. Her jaw clenches as she watches the brutality unfold—soldiers tossing torches into homes, dragging children, elderly, and women out into the open. Those who resist are cut down without hesitation, their throats slit in cold, calculated violence. The sight is enough to turn anyone's stomach, but she keeps her composure, focusing on the moment at hand.

The sharp snap of fingers draws her attention back to the soldier beside her. He wears a smug smile, his eyes chilling and unyielding.

"Don't worry about all this," he taunts, his grin widening. "I want to know where these criminals are."

"They're not here," Llamiryl responds calmly, her voice unwavering despite the chaos around her.

The soldier's smile fades, his hand moving in a quick, brutal arc as he backhands her across the face. The sting is sharp, a wave of pain that pulses through her cheek. She meets his cold gaze, defiantly refusing to flinch.

"I don't like smart mouths," he growls, his voice dripping with malice. "Where are they? Where are they heading? My lord does not tolerate liars."

"Your lord?" Llamiryl's voice is icy as she meets his gaze. "Do you mean King Bjorn or the Shadowfell?"

His smirk returns, a dark gleam in his eyes, and he snaps his fingers. Immediately, a soldier drags one of the priests forward and, with a swift, ruthless motion, slits their throat. The priest crumples, blood pooling around her body, and cries of anguish fill the air from the remaining clergy.

Llamiryl's eyes harden, and she looks the soldier dead in the eye. "You are a monster."

The large soldier's grin widens at her defiance, clearly relishing her defiant words. "Oh, you think so? And here I thought I was just doing what was necessary," he says, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "To bring a little order... a little respect. But it seems you're slow to understand."

He snaps his fingers again, and Llamiryl braces herself as another priest is dragged forward, awaiting his grim fate. Suddenly, a red bolt of energy strikes the soldier in the head, and he falls dead. All eyes turn to the direction of the shot. The chaos momentarily halts as a thin silhouette appears through the thick smoke at the broken city gate.

Whiny footsteps echo, and Llamiryl feels a flicker of hope mixed with fear as the figure comes into view. As the figure clears the smoke, Llamiryl realizes she recognizes that being. It's IG-22, the droid from Ryu's memories. The droid strides forward, two identical weapons attached to its back, which Llamiryl recognizes as blasters.

The droid's hollow, monotone voice breaks the silence, slicing through the tension. "Soldiers of Eldoria," it declares, "surrender at once and submit yourselves, or prepare to face severe consequences."

The village falls eerily silent, the only sounds being the crackling flames and the heavy breathing of Llamiryl and her priests. Then, the soldiers begin to laugh, a cruel, mocking chorus. The large soldier steps away from Llamiryl, a sneer on his face. "What are you going to do, little golem?" he taunts. "I have hundreds of soldiers here, an entire garrison against you."

IG-22's red eyes fixate on the large soldier. "Are you the leader?" it asks.

The soldier chuckles. "I am."

In a flash, IG-22 draws both blasters and fires. Two blue rings of energy hit the large soldier, who collapses, seemingly dead. The laughter dies instantly, replaced by a tense silence as soldiers reach for their weapons, their faces now etched with fear and determination.

The droid remains motionless, a stark, ominous figure. IG-22's sensors pick up a faint rustle from above, and without a second's hesitation, the droid whirls to fire at a nearby rooftop. The red bolt travels across the open square, striking down an archer just as he raises his bow. Arrows whiz past the droid, barely grazing its alloyed frame, but it responds by swinging both blasters around, snapping off shots with unnerving speed. Each bolt finds its mark, toppling archers before they can draw another arrow.

The soldiers below don't falter, though their faces betray a growing sense of dread. Clad in dark, worn armor and wielding a mishmash of weapons, they surge forward with sheer desperation. But IG-22 meets them head-on, shifting into a fluid rhythm. Blasters raised, it moves with cold precision, spinning to face each attacker in a precise pattern that mirrors the chaos of the battlefield.

One soldier lunges with a spear, his boots crunching on the gravel as he closes in. IG-22 sidesteps, angling its blaster downward and firing a shot directly into the soldier's torso. The soldier staggers back, clutching his chest, before he crumples, lifeless. Another soldier rushes from the left, swinging a heavy axe, but the droid doesn't miss a beat—turning swiftly, it fires a bolt into the attacker's arm, disarming him in a single, brutal shot. The soldier cries out, dropping to his knees, but IG-22's focus has already shifted.

Across the square, a group of soldiers attempts to surround the droid, their faces determined despite the bodies of their fallen comrades scattered around them. "Form a line!" one of them shouts, rallying his companions. "Move together, take it down!" They charge in a loose formation, each wielding a weapon poised to strike.

IG-22 calculates their movements in an instant. It sidesteps, aiming its blasters in separate directions, and unleashes a rapid series of shots. The bolts sizzle through the air, striking down two soldiers at once before they can reach it. Another swings his sword wide, hoping to catch the droid off guard, but IG-22's arm twists in an uncanny motion, firing a bolt that stops him mid-swing. The soldier stumbles, dropping his weapon as he collapses.

More soldiers pour from the nearby alleys, their faces set with grim determination. Some glance nervously at the villagers, who now watch the skirmish from behind overturned carts and doorways, some even daring to peer out from windows. IG-22's blasters fire again, leaving smoldering craters in armor and skin alike, and the air grows thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and flesh.

From the rooftops, the last few archers ready their bows, hoping to strike from above while the droid is occupied below. IG-22 pivots, its photoreceptors locking onto the movements, and before any arrow is released, it fires two precise shots. The archers drop from the rooftops, their bows clattering beside them. Each fall sends a shockwave through the watching villagers, who gasp and murmur, some clutching each other in awe and horror.

With each second, the soldiers' attempts grow more desperate. A burly man, his face contorted in rage, charges at IG-22 with a large hammer held high. He swings down with all his might, but the droid moves back fluidly, evading the blow with inhuman speed. It raises one blaster and fires a single shot that strikes the man squarely in the chest, sending him sprawling.

Despite the mounting losses, the soldiers show no signs of retreat. They call to each other, shouting curses and rallying cries, their voices echoing across the square. One soldier, his armor gleaming in the moonlight, charges forward with a defiant yell, only to be struck down by a red bolt before he takes his second step.

Amid the carnage, a group of villagers tries to flee, but they're stopped by soldiers who hold them at sword point, using them as shields. One of the soldiers drags a young woman forward, her face streaked with tears. "Let's see you shoot now!" he sneers, his sword pressed to her throat.

Llamiryl, who had been watching with a mixture of dread and awe, gasps at the sight. She takes a step forward, but IG-22's photoreceptors flash, focusing on the soldier's face. The droid pauses, recalculating, its gaze unyielding. In a flash, it fires three shots in rapid succession. The bolts hit the soldiers, sparing the hostages, who stagger back in shock as their captors fall around them.

IG-22 turns back to the main group of soldiers, which has thinned significantly. Yet a few still press forward, driven by a mix of fear and fury. A soldier swings his sword wildly, his face twisted in terror. The droid sidesteps, firing a bolt that cuts the man's scream short, leaving him sprawled on the ground.

Llamiryl, standing nearby, clenches her fists, watching the droid's every move. She feels a pang of horror as it takes down soldier after soldier with cold precision, but a part of her also recognizes the twisted relief she feels. The droid, a creature she barely understands, has become an unlikely protector for this village, a silent guardian in the chaos.

The ground around IG-22 is littered with bodies, yet the droid stands undeterred, its blasters still trained on the remaining soldiers. A few villagers who had been hiding now peer out, drawn by the relentless spectacle. They whisper in hushed tones, some murmuring prayers, others simply watching in stunned silence as the droid holds the line.

One last group of soldiers, clutching their weapons with shaking hands, attempt a final charge. But IG-22's sensors detect them instantly. It pivots smoothly, firing a series of shots that strike each one with unerring accuracy. The soldiers fall in quick succession, their weapons clattering to the ground.

The village square falls silent, the only sounds the soft murmurs of the villagers and the distant crackling of torches. IG-22 scans the area, its photoreceptors flashing as it verifies that the threat has been neutralized.

The droid continues its relentless advance, each shot precise and fatal. Villagers who had been used as shields collapse in relief as their captors fall, blood pooling at their feet. Some of the villagers who had watched in awe begin to cheer, a hopeful spark igniting in their eyes at the sight of the soldiers being defeated.

Despite the chaos, IG-22 remains a figure of cold efficiency. It moves through the village with purpose, its blasters eliminating any soldier that crosses its path. The villagers' fear of the droid begins to wane, replaced by gratitude and cautious hope as they realize it is their protector. The droid's deadly dance continues, ensuring that no soldier escapes its wrath.

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Ryu, Talia, Apollo, and I meanwhile, are moving underground, the tunnel dimly lit by a glowing orb of light Talia has summoned. The air is cool and damp, and the tunnel seems to form with every movement of Ryu's hand. I'm baffled, unable to comprehend how he manipulates the earth without using any visible spells or incantations. The walls shift and shape themselves as if by some invisible force, responding to Ryu's will alone.

Strange sounds echo through the tunnel, a series of sharp, rhythmic blasts followed by cries of pain and terror. "Is that..." I start, my voice trailing off as I try to place the noise.

"That is IG-22," Ryu confirms, his tone calm and matter-of-fact.

"Thought so," I murmur to myself, feeling a mixture of relief and dread. Part of me is thankful not to witness the carnage firsthand, but a small worry nags at the back of my mind. Hopefully, Nikko will be alright. A part of me wished I stayed behind too but it's too late to turn back now.

Ryu stops and manipulates the earth above him, opening it and creating a staircase with a quick stomp. The staircase, formed entirely of earth, leads us to the surface. We emerge into the northern side of the village where Eldorian soldiers are clashing with elven soldiers. The surrounding buildings here aren't on fire, but thick smoke to my left obscures the view, adding to the chaos.

Ryu draws his sword with a swift motion, and Talia unsheathes her short swords, her eyes blazing with determination. "Apollo, keep Rebecca safe," Ryu orders.

"Affirmative," Apollo replies, positioning himself close to me with his shield and spear ready. Though fear grips me, Apollo's presence is a reassuring anchor amidst the turmoil.

Many of the soldiers, not engaged with the elven defenders, turn their attention to us and charge. Ryu and Talia leap into action. Ryu's sword slices through the air with lethal precision, and with unseen force, he pushes soldiers back or halts them mid-charge. It's as if an invisible hand grips and throws them, leaving me in awe.

Talia fights with an elegant, deadly grace, using her enemies' momentum against them. She moves swiftly, ducking and weaving, her short swords flashing as they find their marks. Each move is fluid, efficient, and lethal.

Apollo stands guard over me, his shield raised and spear poised. Soldiers rush at him, but he dispatches them with ease, each strike precise and powerful. His calm, methodical approach is a stark contrast to the chaos around us.

Suddenly, a soldier breaks through, charging at me. I draw my knife, heart pounding, preparing for the worst. But the soldier stops abruptly, as if held by an invisible force. He struggles, eyes wide with panic. I glance at Ryu, who has his hand stretched out, controlling the soldier's movements. Apollo steps forward and dispatches the soldier with a swift thrust of his spear. Relief floods through me, and I nod my thanks to Ryu.

The elven soldiers, bolstered by Ryu and Talia's presence, begin to gain the upper hand. With renewed vigor, they press the attack, their blades flashing and shields clashing. Ryu's unseen force pushes soldiers away from the villagers, and Talia's swift strikes bring down enemy after enemy.

The sounds I heard earlier in the tunnel grow louder, and streaks of red energy bolts begin to fly through the air, striking soldiers of Eldoria. Red energy bolts fired from IG-22 cuts through the chaos, taking down soldiers that the elves were struggling with.

As the battle rages on, more soldiers rush towards Apollo and me. I hide behind him, heart racing, but Apollo stands firm, his spear and shield moving with deadly precision. He deflects attacks, stabs, and slashes, protecting me with unyielding determination.

In the midst of the fighting, a soldier manages to get close to Apollo, but another charges at me directly. Fear grips me as I brace for impact, but the soldier suddenly stops, held in place by Ryu's unseen force. Apollo swiftly deals with the threat, his spear striking true.

The tide of battle shifts unmistakably in our favor, and a swell of hope fills the streets as elven soldiers rally behind Ryu and Talia, their determination fierce and unwavering. The Eldorian forces, once so imposing, crumble under the relentless pressure, soldiers scattering as their formations fracture. One by one, they fall, until finally, those who remain drop their weapons, their expressions hollow and defeated.

As the defeated Eldorian soldiers are quickly rounded up, elven soldiers move through the streets, binding their foes in chains, the metallic clinking echoing through the ruins of the city. Ryu moves ahead, extinguishing the last flickers of flame from burning buildings with a deft, almost effortless motion of his hand. Smoke wafts upwards, dissipating to reveal the charred devastation beneath. The scene is both surreal and deeply sobering. I step forward, my heart heavy as I take in the aftermath—the ground strewn with bodies, blood mingling with the soot and ash.

Amidst the devastation, my gaze shifts to Ryu and Talia, and a strange awe stirs within me. In the midst of such ruin, their strength, resilience, and unwavering determination seem almost otherworldly, and I can't help but admire their poise amidst the chaos. They fought not only for victory but for the people who watched, for those left to rebuild this broken city.

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Then I notice IG-22, standing in the center of the street, still as a sentinel, surrounded by fallen Eldorian soldiers. Villagers emerge from hiding, hesitant and wary, inching towards the golem with expressions of mingled gratitude and unease. IG-22 silently secures its blasters back onto its back, its gaze fixed forward as more citizens begin to gather around it. They stare up at him, their faces painted with the uncertainty of a people who don't quite know if they're gazing upon a savior or a terrifying machine.

One small elven girl, no older than six, breaks away from the crowd and, with a timid step, approaches the droid. Her large, curious eyes meet IG-22's unblinking red photoreceptors, her small hand reaching up as she stands on tiptoe. She hesitates, glancing back at her family, but something about IG-22's stillness draws her forward. And then, as if deciding in that brief moment to place all her hope and trust in this strange metal guardian, she steps closer and wraps her small arms around his leg in an innocent embrace.

The entire crowd falls silent, watching as the little girl leans her head against the cold metal. A tear slips down her cheek, and her expression holds nothing but relief and gratitude. IG-22's photoreceptors shift slightly, flickering downwards as if unsure how to respond. The droid stands motionless, its posture rigid yet almost...awkward, as though embarrassed by the unexpected display of affection.

Emboldened by the girl's gesture, other villagers approach, their initial caution giving way to hesitant smiles and soft whispers of thanks. A few reach out to pat the droid's back, hands trembling slightly, while others simply stand close, offering soft words of gratitude. IG-22 remains silent, encircled by the people it has saved, the weight of their appreciation settling upon its silent frame. Its red eyes flicker slightly, scanning the faces of the villagers, as if overwhelmed by the genuine emotion surrounding it.

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, and I let out a quiet chuckle. IG-22, the relentless, merciless enforcer I'd feared only hours ago, now stands surrounded by villagers who, against all odds, see in him a silent protector. The sight is almost surreal, a strange yet heartening reminder that even in this world of chaos and violence, hope and gratitude still find a way to survive.

Apollo stands beside me, a quiet but powerful presence amidst the chaos, his protective stance unwavering. Throughout the entire battle, he hasn't left my side, and I feel a deep swell of gratitude for him. I glance up at him, taking in his solid, calm expression. Despite all the horrors around us, he has kept me safe, and I realize now how much I trust him—not just as a guard but as a true friend.

"Apollo..." I murmur, glancing his way. "Thank you... for keeping me safe." My voice trembles, barely above a whisper, but he offers a soft nod. That simple gesture speaks volumes, and for a moment, I feel a small sliver of comfort.

As the villagers begin to part from IG-22, drifting away to tend to the injured or grieve their dead, the initial relief and sense of victory quickly fades. I watch, heart sinking, as people collapse beside fallen loved ones, clutching bodies with sobs that seem to tear through the air. Children gaze at what remains of their homes, clinging to family members or wandering aimlessly. A woman kneels, her arms wrapped around a young boy who lies still in her embrace. The sight is heartbreaking, and tears prick at my own eyes as I take it all in.

I look over at Apollo again, grateful that he shielded me from this nightmare, that he was there when I needed him. His presence feels like a promise, one that's held me steady through the worst of it. But as I take in the devastation, anger and confusion swirl within me. Why would the kingdom of Eldoria do this to innocent villagers? Why?

Ryu's words come back to me, his warnings about the Shadowfell's influence, about a darkness corrupting Eldoria itself. I'd been skeptical, clinging to a hope that the kingdom I knew was still good, still noble. But the reality before me, the horror wrought by those who once protected these lands, shakes me deeply. I can't ignore it anymore. Maybe Ryu was right—maybe there really is a force at work, twisting everything, a shadow casting this unimaginable cruelty over the land.

Around us, the last traces of smoke rise from the burnt-out homes, the flames extinguished by Ryu's efforts. The streets, once filled with life, are now littered with rubble and the remnants of shattered lives. I look up at Apollo, my resolve hardening as I watch the devastation.

I close my eyes briefly, the cries of the villagers filling my mind, and as the full weight of this horror settles within me, my own loyalty begins to shift. I owe it to these people, to the memories of what my kingdom once was, to find the truth and to stop whatever darkness is behind this. I take a deep breath, the air heavy with the acrid smell of smoke and ruin, feeling a new determination spark within me.

The battle over, the elven villagers and remaining soldiers cautiously approach us, their faces etched with exhaustion, relief, and a deep, heartfelt gratitude. Some come forward to embrace Talia and Ryu, while others bow their heads in respect. They offer sincere words, their voices quivering as they try to express the magnitude of their gratitude.

"Thank you... thank you for saving us from this nightmare," an older elf says, his voice thick with emotion as he clasps Ryu's hand, his eyes glistening with unspoken thanks. "Without you, they would have burned everything, taken everyone. We can never repay this."

Talia gives him a warm smile, squeezing his hand. "We did what we had to. No one deserves this kind of suffering."

Apollo stands beside me, stoic and steadfast, while a few villagers approach us as well. I glance around awkwardly, unsure of how to respond to the elves' reverent gratitude. One young elf, a teenage boy, steps up to me with his hand outstretched.

"Thank you," he says earnestly, "for standing by them, for helping protect us. It matters, every bit of it."

I fumble, feeling a mix of pride and discomfort. "I... I didn't really do much," I say, trying to dismiss the praise. But his gaze remains sincere, and I just nod, giving up on trying to downplay my involvement.

Then another elf hesitantly points toward IG-22, who remains stationary, its photoreceptors observing the crowd without a word. "What... what is that being?" he asks, his voice tinged with both awe and caution.

Ryu glances over at IG-22, giving a small nod. "It's a golem under my control," he says simply. "An ally in battle."

One villager, his eyes wide with wonder, shakes his head in admiration. "I've never seen such mastery of telepathic magic," he murmurs. "To control a golem in such a way... you must be powerful beyond words."

Ryu bows his head slightly, accepting the praise with quiet humility. "I'm just grateful we arrived in time to help."

The priests emerge from the crowd, their robes fluttering lightly in the breeze as they approach Ryu and Talia with solemn expressions of reverence. Each of them murmurs prayers of thanks, and one elderly priest clasps his hands together, bowing deeply. "You are truly sent by Lytharia herself. Only divine intervention could have led you to us at this dark hour."

Another priest, his eyes closed as he chants a brief prayer, opens them to look at Ryu with profound respect. "Your presence here is a blessing from the moon goddess. May her light guide you always."

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Then, a figure steps forward, a striking woman with long, raven-black hair that flows elegantly over her shoulders. Her violet eyes, filled with warmth and wisdom, seem to glow as they meet Ryu's. She bows with grace and dignity, her voice like a melody, resonant with gratitude. "I thank you, Ryu Chikara, Apollo Steelton, and Talia Sutaraito, for saving my people and our sanctuary, Lindórinan," she says, her gaze lingering on each of us with heartfelt appreciation. She then turns toward IG-22, offering it the same respect. "And you as well, IG-22. Your aid is greatly valued. Thank you."

IG-22's eyes adjust slightly, but it remains silent, merely observing her with its usual eerie stillness.

"Of course, Llamiryl," Ryu responds, his voice filled with a subtle warmth. "Though I wish our reunion could have been under better circumstances."

Talia smiles faintly, her expression mirroring Ryu's sentiment. "Indeed, Llamiryl. We're just glad we could be here when you needed us most."

Llamiryl's gaze softens, and then she turns to me. Her presence feels almost otherworldly, radiating a calm that both reassures and unsettles me. Her eyes meet mine, filled with respect and understanding, though I can't fathom why. "And you, a new face among us," she says gently. "I am Llamiryl, High Priestess of Lindórinan, speaker to Lytharia, the goddess of the moon," she introduces herself with an elegant bow, her raven hair falling over her shoulders. Her voice holds a dignified warmth that makes me feel both seen and respected. "It was brave of you to come here alongside them. Your courage is not overlooked."

Swallowing nervously, I manage to respond, "Re-Rebecca Lockhart." My own name feels clumsy on my tongue under her poised gaze. "Please... don't thank me. I didn't do anything like they did. They deserve your gratitude," I add, gesturing toward Apollo, then to Ryu and Talia, feeling almost unworthy to stand among them.

Llamiryl's gaze doesn't waver as she studies me. "True, you may not have wielded a sword or controlled a golem, but you fought in spirit," she says, her voice kind yet firm, as though she's reassuring me of my own worth. "And that matters most. Your courage is no less valuable."

For a brief moment, I feel seen in a way that's both comforting and unfamiliar. Her praise, gentle as it is, touches me more deeply than I expect, and I find myself nodding in quiet acknowledgment.

Her expression shifts as she surveys the devastation around us, her shoulders dropping with the weight of sorrow. Her eyes move to the bodies scattered around the ruined village, lingering on the lifeless form of a priest near the temple entrance. She sighs heavily, a tremor of pain evident in her voice. "It wounds my heart to witness such violence inflicted upon our sacred land," she says quietly, her gaze haunted as she takes in the wreckage.

Her eyes shift to one of the fallen soldiers lying at the temple's steps. This one is different—larger, armored with a distinct bearing. But then, to my shock, I see his chest rise and fall. "He's... still alive!" I exclaim, instinctively taking a step back.

IG-22, who has been standing silently, steps forward, inclining its head slightly. "This is the leader," it states, its voice mechanical and devoid of emotion. "As instructed, I have stunned him."

Ryu nods, his voice calm. "Well done, IG-22," he says, the hint of satisfaction in his tone. He catches Llamiryl's look of surprise.

"I'm surprised you chose to spare him," she says, her violet eyes studying Ryu thoughtfully.

Ryu's face remains impassive, but his tone is resolute. "It wasn't out of mercy," he says, glancing down at the unconscious soldier. "I need answers. We need to understand why they attacked Lindórinan."

Llamiryl's expression turns solemn as she shakes her head, her voice laced with sorrow. "I don't know why either... they attacked without warning," she says, and there's a faint tremor of pain in her words.

She bows to us once more, then glances back at the other priests who stand behind her. "If you'll excuse me, I must tend to my people," she says, her voice soft and filled with reverence. The other priests join her, each offering us another round of thanks before following her into the ruins of the village.

Ryu gives her an understanding nod. A group of elven soldiers approaches us, their armor gleaming even amidst the smoke and rubble. At the front of the group stands one soldier with armor slightly different from the others—a touch more ornate, with engraved silver detailing along the chest and shoulders. His presence is commanding, his posture poised and unyielding, signaling his authority before he even speaks.

He offers a slight bow, his gaze moving over each of us in respectful acknowledgment. "I am Commander Ayen, leader of the Lindórinan city guard," he introduces himself, his voice steady but tinged with gratitude. "Lord Y'msari, Lord of Lindórinan, wishes to personally thank you for your assistance today."

As he speaks, the other soldiers gather around the unconscious Eldorian leader. They secure heavy chains around his arms and lift him carefully, bearing the weight of his armored form between them as they prepare to take him away.

Ryu gives a slight nod, his stance unwavering. "Of course," he replies. Then he turns to Apollo, who stands at my side, his steady presence a source of reassurance throughout the battle's chaos. "Apollo, I need you to return to the speeder and inform Nikko of our success here," he instructs.

Apollo dips his head respectfully, replying with his usual calm, "As you command."

Ryu's attention shifts to the towering figure of IG-22. "IG-22, assist these people however you can," he commands, his tone direct but laced with the weight of responsibility.

Without a word, the golem turns and heads off in the direction of a small group of villagers struggling to move the body of a fallen elven guard. Its towering form moves with purpose, its presence both unsettling and strangely comforting to those it aids. I watch as IG-22 approaches the villagers, its photoreceptors adjusting slightly as it kneels and carefully lifts the fallen guard, its motions unexpectedly delicate.

Finally, he looks at me. "What would you like to do? Join us or wait at the speeder?"

I glance between Ryu, Talia, and the soldier, who seems to be waiting for my response. "I'll wait at the speeder," I decide.

Ryu nods, and he and Talia follow Commander Ayen away. Apollo starts walking, and I quickly follow him. I didn't really do much to deserve an audience with Lord Y'msari anyways. As we leave the city, the devastation becomes more apparent. The once beautiful elven village is now a landscape of destruction and sorrow. Elven soldiers help the injured, some carrying the wounded on makeshift stretchers, while others tend to the fallen. The air is thick with smoke and the scent of burning wood, mixed with the metallic tang of blood.

We pass a line of Eldorian soldiers in chains, being led away by a few elven soldiers. Their faces are a mix of defiance and fear. As we walk, I see elven villagers huddled together, tears streaming down their faces as they look at the remnants of their homes and community. Some clutch their children tightly, whispering words of comfort that seem hollow amidst the ruins.

I feel a deep sense of sorrow and guilt. The sight of the destruction, the pain etched on the faces of the villagers, makes me wonder if this is all the doing of some evil entity. The devastation is too immense, too calculated, to be mere coincidence.

Apollo walks silently beside me, his armor clinking softly with each step. I glance at him, wondering what thoughts are running through his mind. He remains a stoic presence, his focus unwavering.

As we near the speeder, the full impact of the scene hits me. Villagers pick through the rubble of their homes, salvaging what little they can. The ground is littered with debris, broken weapons, and the bodies of those who fought bravely to defend their village. The elven soldiers work tirelessly, organizing efforts to rebuild and care for the wounded.

The sense of loss is overwhelming, and I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. This city, once a place of beauty and tranquility, is now a testament to the horrors of war. I can't help but feel a pang of helplessness, knowing that there is little I can do to change what has happened.

When we reach the speeder, Nikko rushes over to Apollo, wrapping her small arms around his waist. "Where's Papa?" she asks, looking up at him with worried eyes.

Apollo kneels down to her level. "The lord of Lindórinan has requested his presence," he explains.

Nikko's face falls a bit. "Can I go see the lord of Lindórinan too?"

Apollo shakes his head gently. "Your father doesn't want you to see the state of the city. It's... not appropriate for you to witness it."

Nikko nods, her ears drooping slightly with disappointment. Then she looks over at me and darts over, her face lighting up a bit. "I'm glad you're okay," she says, wrapping her arms around my chest in a warm hug.

Her words and gesture bring a surprising amount of comfort to me. I smile, patting her head gently. "Thank you, Nikko. I'm glad you're okay too."

I sit down on a nearby rock, watching as Apollo stands guard. My thoughts are heavy with the weight of what I've seen and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. The image of the elven village in flames, the cries of the wounded, and the lifeless bodies scattered across the ground haunt me. I can only hope that whatever force is behind this can be stopped before more lives are torn apart.

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We follow Commander Ayen through the winding streets of the village, which lead us to the lord's manor. The manor, a once magnificent structure of elegant curves and arching spires, typical of elven architecture, now stands battered and disheveled. Despite the external beauty, the interior tells a different story. As we step inside, my heart sinks at the sight.

The interior of the manor has been converted into a makeshift infirmary. The elegant decorations and fine furniture that once adorned the halls are now scattered and broken, evidence of the recent chaos. The grand hall, which was once filled with the soothing melodies of elven songs and the gentle glow of magical lights, is now a chaotic mess. Elven mages and helpers rush around, trying desperately to apply healing magic and administer herbs and bandages to the injured. The air is thick with the scent of blood and burnt wood, mingling with the cries of the wounded. I exchange a glance with Ryu, and I can see the same pain and anger reflected in his gaze.

Among the chaos, I spot Lord Y'msari. He stands out, even in this dreadful scene, with his tall, commanding presence. His long silver hair, usually tied neatly, is now disheveled, falling in strands around his sharp, angular face. His piercing green eyes, though tired, still hold a spark of determination. His usual regal robes are stained with blood and dirt, giving him a worn and weary look, but his posture remains strong and resolute. Despite his exhaustion, he works tirelessly, applying his healing arts to those in need. When the soldier approaches and whispers in his ear, Y'msari looks up, and his eyes brighten slightly upon seeing us. Relief and gratitude wash over his features as he strides over to us. "Ryu, Talia, it is good to finally meet you," Y'msari says, about to shake our hands with his blood stained hands. But upon realizing the state of his hands he stops and instead wipes his hands clean on an already filthy rag. "Where are Apollo and that golem of yours?" Y'msari asks, his voice carrying the weight of his exhaustion.

"IG-22 is helping with moving the dead," Ryu responds. "And I sent Apollo to look after my daughter. I didn't want her to see all this devastation."

Y'msari nods understandingly. "Please, follow me. I apologize for the mess. The Eldorians burnt down our infirmary, and we don't have enough healers to deal with the influx of injured. More keep coming, and..." His eyes widen suddenly. "My apologies. When I'm stressed, I tend to ramble. Please, follow me to my office."

We make our way upstairs, passing through hallways filled with the injured. Every room is occupied, the once serene and grand spaces now packed with bodies and overwhelmed healers. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt and sorrow. If only we had arrived sooner, maybe we could have prevented some of this. I shake my head. No. We did arrive in time to save the city. If we had arrived later, there would have been many more casualties or perhaps no Lindórinan to save at all.

"Everything alright?" Ryu asks, his voice breaking through my thoughts.

"Just all this devastation and all these wounded. We were here not two weeks ago and now... It's just heartbreaking to see," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. Ryu nods, understanding my sentiment.

At the end of the hall, Y'msari opens a large door, leading us into what was once a grand office. Large bookshelves line the walls, their contents scattered across the floor. Elegant furniture is tossed aside, a large painting behind the desk is torn, revealing a safe covered in scratch marks and failed attempts to break it open. Y'msari sets up the chairs that have been thrown aside and gestures for us to sit.

"I'd offer you something to drink, but those Eldorians raided my private collection of prized hooch and destroyed it," Y'msari says with a heavy sigh.

"That is alright, my lord," Ryu says.

"Please," Y'msari insists, "no need to be so respectful. You and you, Miss Talia, have saved my city, and for that, you have my thanks. My hands are currently full, and much has been taken from us, but if there's anything you need from me, please don't hesitate to ask."

I give him a nod of appreciation, feeling a bit relieved by his words. Ryu leans back in his chair, as if in thought. I wonder what he could possibly want for saving the city, feeling a twinge of apprehension.

"Actually, Lord Y'msari, there are two things we would like," Ryu says.

"Ask away."

"I would like your permission to question the Eldorian leader."

Y'msari raises an eyebrow but then nods. "Granted. May I ask why?"

"He might have valuable information regarding the cause for the Kingdom of Eldoria to attack Lindórinan," Ryu explains.

Y'msari's face darkens as he turns to Ryu, his expression filled with a mix of confusion and quiet frustration. "I wonder, too, why they attacked Lindórinan," he says, his voice edged with disbelief. "Our city has done nothing but extend goodwill to Eldoria. We've sent envoys carrying food, medicines, and supplies to aid their towns struggling with famine and sickness. Yet, every envoy has been turned away at the border, our offerings outright refused."

Ryu raises an eyebrow, his tone laced with incredulity. "Turned away? On whose orders?"

Y'msari shakes his head, his gaze shifting to the devastated remnants of his city. "I wish I had an answer. The king himself issued a decree prohibiting our aid. And it doesn't stop there," he continues, his voice hardening. "I even offered safe haven here in Lindórinan to Eldoria's refugees, a chance to rebuild among us. But my envoys have returned, each with the same response—silence. No official word, no explanation. Just an eerie, unbroken refusal."

Ryu glances at the unconscious Eldorian leader, his eyes narrowing. "Perhaps this leader can shed some light on their motives."

"I can only hope," Y'msari replies, his tone softened with worry as he watches his people picking up the pieces of their shattered city. "For the sake of all those suffering in Eldoria, I hope we uncover the truth soon."

Ryu nods solemnly.

Y'msari's voice carries a heavy edge as he looks over at Ryu. "And your second request?" he asks.

Ryu's response is calm but resolute. "I would like an audience with your king."

A sigh escapes Y'msari, the weight of weeks of frustration evident in his expression. "That makes two of us," he mutters, almost to himself.

Ryu's brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

Y'msari's gaze shifts, his eyes darkened by an uneasy tension. "King Alduin has been holed up in his castle for weeks now. I've tried repeatedly to arrange a meeting, hoping to address the devastation sweeping through Eldoria. But every attempt has met a locked gate." He pauses, rubbing a hand over his face. "It's as if the castle itself has become a fortress of silence."

My heart clenches, and I force myself to breathe evenly, keeping my expression as calm as possible. It's disturbing enough to hear Eldoria's name in the same sentence as 'calamity' and 'devastation,' but Y'msari's words cut deeper. The thought of my king isolating himself... It's more than unsettling—it's frightening.

Ryu presses on, his voice mirroring my unease. "And you haven't been the only one turned away, have you?"

Y'msari shakes his head. "No. Even his closest advisors, his royal guard—none have seen him." His gaze flickers toward me briefly, as if he senses something beneath my calm. "There are rumors, whispers of strange things within the castle walls, but nothing certain. As of now, no one has seen him at all."

"That is... troubling," Ryu replies, his voice laced with concern. "Then I'd like to begin the interrogation."

Y'msari nods solemnly and rises from his chair, his graceful movements carrying an air of deep respect and gravity. "Of course," he says, voice resonating with appreciation. "You'll find their leader and the rest of his companions held securely in the keep. Commander Ayen has been informed of the situation; he'll grant you access."

He steps forward, extending a hand toward Ryu. There's a rare sincerity in his eyes, a flicker of something vulnerable as he holds Ryu's gaze. "From the bottom of my heart," he says, his voice lowered slightly, filled with reverence, "you have my sincerest thanks."

Ryu grips Y'msari's hand firmly, and for a moment, neither man breaks their gaze. There's a silent understanding passing between them—one soldier to another, one leader to another. Ryu's grip is steady, his posture unwavering, yet I sense a hint of gratitude in his stance. "Of course," Ryu says quietly, releasing Y'msari's hand.

Y'msari's gaze then shifts to me, a warmth in his expression that surprises me. He extends his hand toward me, and I reach out, feeling the solid grasp of his palm against mine. "Lady Talia," he says, a subtle bow of his head acknowledging me with profound respect, "my people owe you a great debt."

I nod, finding words insufficient. "Thank you," I murmur, my voice steady, though I feel the gravity of his words weigh down on me.

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With a final nod, Ryu and I turn to leave. Stepping out of Y'msari's office, I can still feel the lingering warmth of his gratitude. I follow Ryu as we leave Y'msari's manor, weaving through the crowded halls. The once pristine and elegant interior is now in disarray. Furniture is overturned, decorations are scattered, and the smell of smoke and medicinal herbs lingers in the air. Elven mages and helpers rush around, applying healing magic and bandages to the injured. The sight is heart-wrenching, and I can see the same pain reflected in Ryu's posture.

As we pass one of the rooms, I glance inside and see Elandor tending to an injured child, his hands glowing with healing energy. He looks up and spots us, giving a nod that conveys both a greeting and a silent thank you. It's a brief but profound acknowledgment, and it bolsters my resolve.

We step outside, and the full extent of the village's destruction hits me once again. The streets, once bustling and vibrant, are now littered with debris. Smoke still rises from several buildings, and elven soldiers are everywhere, helping the injured and guiding villagers to safety. Despite the devastation, there's a palpable sense of determination among the elves to rebuild and protect what remains.

We reach the keep, and Commander Ayen greets us, leading us inside. The architecture is quintessentially elvish—tall, slender towers, intricately carved stonework, and windows adorned with delicate stained glass. Inside, however, the keep shows signs of the recent conflict. As we walk past cells where Eldorian soldiers are held, I hear their whispers and snarls. Several make lewd comments directed at me, and anger flares within me. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore them.

Ryu doesn't. He stops in front of one of the cells, and I watch as the three prisoners inside are lifted into the air by an unseen force. "If I hear one more lewd comment, it'll be the last thing you'll ever utter," Ryu says coldly before releasing his grip. The prisoners fall to the ground, skidding to the back of the cell. My heart pounds, and a mix of gratitude and something more washes over me. I feel warmth spread through my chest and my cheeks flush slightly, his protective gesture resonating deeply.

The guard leading us gulps heavily but continues, guiding us downstairs to a wooden door with a small barred opening. Peering through, I see the man that IG-22 had stunned, suspended in the air by chains. His body is heavily bruised, with deep purple and black welts covering his torso and face. One of his eyes are swollen shut, his lip split open, and dried blood crusted around his nose and mouth. The marks of torture are evident, with fresh cuts and abrasions crisscrossing his skin. The sight is gruesome.

"That's him," the guard says. "We tried to get him to talk, but he wouldn't. Best of luck," he adds before unlocking the door and leaving.

I take a deep breath and prepare to step in, but Ryu grabs my arm, stopping me. "What's wrong?" I ask, looking back at him. His grip isn't tight, but it's firm.

"Listen," he says. "I'd rather you not be here."

"Why?" I ask, a bit confused. "I've seen worse."

"That isn't what I mean," he explains, shaking his head. "I will have to force the information out of him if he refuses to talk. I'd rather you not witness that."

I look at him, or more the void that covers his face. His tone is sincere and concerned. "Please," he says. "I don't want you to see what I might have to do."

I step closer, enveloping his hand with mine. "Ryu," I say softly, looking into the darkness where his eyes would be. "I know what you are capable of, and I'm not afraid. You have nothing to worry about. I'll stay by your side, no matter what."

He is silent for a moment then nods, and I can tell he's smiling a little. My heart skips a beat, feeling the warmth of his hand in mine. We let go of each other's hands, and he steps into the prison cell. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next.

Ryu approaches the man, his movements deliberate and controlled. I decide to stay back and watch, a knot of apprehension forming in my stomach. Despite everything, I can't help but feel a twinge of pity for the man. Ryu raises his hand, and the man jolts awake with a gasp, startling me. His one good eye darts around frantically, and I can see the fear etched in his face. He then looks upon Ryu and a smile forms across his face.

"Ah, so you want to take a jab at me too, eh?" the man sneers, but then he groans in pain.

"Not exactly," Ryu replies, lowering his arm. "Why was Lindórinan attacked?"

The man looks over at me, a wider smirk forming on his face. "She's pretty," he says, making my skin crawl.

Ryu raises his arm again, and the man groans in agony. His body contorts as he struggles against the chains, veins bulging on his neck and forehead. "If you look in her general direction one more time, I will intensify the pain," Ryu warns before lowering his arm, and the man's groans cease.

He diverts his good eye back to Ryu, the smirk fading. "Why was Lindórinan attacked?" Ryu repeats.

"We had orders," the man says, his voice strained. "Retaliation for what the elves did."

I raise an eyebrow, and Ryu tilts his head slightly. "What the elves did?" Ryu asks. "What do you mean?"

The man chuckles painfully, his voice raspy. "You really don't know? As the man speaks, his expression hardens, the bitterness of his story weighing on every word. His gaze never wavers, his one good eye glaring at Ryu with a fiery intensity. "We tried reaching out, you know? King Alduin, Lord Y'msari, and many other elven lords. Our people are starving, thirsty, sick beyond reason. King Bjorn sent messengers across the elven kingdom, begging for aid, even offering to pay ten times the worth of supplies. But no one returned," he says, his voice breaking slightly before he regains his composure.

"Except for one," he continues, his voice growing colder, "but barely alive, wounded beyond recognition. Clutched in his hand was a parchment from King Alduin himself." He looks pointedly at Talia, his eye narrowing as he gauges her reaction.

"The parchment stated that the borders of Elaria have been closed," he continues, his tone a bitter edge, "and that any who approach would be killed on sight. No aid, no entry, no mercy." His words are like a hammer, each one striking at the foundation of everything I thought I knew.

I swallow hard, my mind spinning, grappling with the impossibility of what he's saying. King Alduin? Ordering such a decree? The questions knot together, twisting in my gut, but I force them down, my focus hardening as I meet the man's stare.

Ryu's jaw clenches, his gloved hand balling into a tight fist. "That's not true," he says, his voice low but charged with conviction. "Lord Y'msari has tried to help your people. Supplies have been sent, aid was offered, even refuge within his own city. Your people were the ones who turned it away, not ours."

The man scoffs, an ugly, resentful sound. His gaze turns to me, filled with an intensity that borders on hatred. "Lie to yourself if you want," he sneers. "The elfs denied us help, ignored our pleas, and killed those we sent. What choice did we have left?" His voice cracks slightly, the weight of his anger pressing down on each word.

I step forward, my fury mounting with each accusation, each twisted truth he hurls. "You had a choice. Violence was never the answer! Lindórinan was never your enemy. If you wanted answers, you could have spoken to Lord Y'msari face to face!" My voice trembles with indignation as I meet his gaze, refusing to back down.

The man's lips twist into a mocking grin, his voice dripping with derision. "We were done with talking, princess. You can't even begin to understand what it's like to watch your people waste away, to see your children starve while Elaria does nothing but look on from a distance. Then came the order: find you, bring you back to Eldoria for questioning." He grins wider, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, and it stirs something darker within me.

"We received word that the ones responsible for our suffering were here. My orders were clear: bring you back to Eldoria for questioning and burn this city to the ground." His lips curl into a twisted grin, a mocking glint in his eye.

"Enough," Ryu's voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding. He extends his arm, fingers curling slightly as an unseen force sends the man flying back, held only by the chains binding his wrists. The prisoner cries out, his voice raw and pained, while Ryu's own breaths grow heavier with the strain.

"What are you doing?" I ask, feeling a flicker of unease as I watch the prisoner writhing under Ryu's hold.

"I'm... searching his mind," Ryu grunts, his stance rigid with focus. The man thrashes, his screams drawing the wary attention of his fellow prisoners, who exchange fearful glances.

"You can do that?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, though I can't shake a growing edge of fear.

"Yes, but it requires... concentration," he replies, each word punctuated by the strain of maintaining his hold. The prisoner's cries crescendo, echoing around us, and the intensity of Ryu's focus only grows. Suddenly, the door opens, and Commander Ayen enters with several elven soldiers at his side. They halt, watching the scene with puzzled and uneasy expressions as they take in the spectacle before them.

"What is going on here?" Ayen demands, stepping forward with a hesitant glance toward the bound man.

"We're... interrogating him," I manage, not taking my eyes off Ryu, who stands unwavering, his hand still outstretched.

After a final, tortured cry, the prisoner slumps as Ryu releases his hold, staggering back slightly as he catches his breath. I step closer to him, worry knotting in my chest. "Are you alright?"

Ryu nods, steadying himself. "Yes. Just as I thought..." he says, regaining his breath. He turns back to the prisoner. "You're not a soldier of Eldoria... You serve the Shadowfell." My heart stutters at his words, and a chill crawls up my spine.

Commander Ayen and his men look bewildered, glancing between each other. "The... Shadow-what?" Ayen asks, clearly struggling to process what he's hearing.

But the prisoner's head snaps up, his eye glinting with an eerie, unnatural light. His mouth twists into a hideous grin. "I didn't expect you'd possess the same gifts as that meddling priestess," he sneers, his voice taking on a dark, malevolent tone. "No matter. All goes as planned."

The twisted voice echoes in my mind, the words sending a sickening jolt through me. Commander Ayen and his soldiers instinctively draw their swords, their shock clear in their wide-eyed expressions. The prisoner's chained comrades begin to laugh in unison, each laugh more twisted and discordant than the last. I feel my pulse racing as a sense of dread settles over the room.

"What do you mean?" Ryu demands, his voice steady but cold as he steps closer to the prisoner.

"King Bjorn will hear of his men being attacked by Elarian soldiers while simply seeking aid from Lord Y'msari," the man hisses. "And King Alduin has already received word that one of his precious cities was attacked, its streets filled with the blood of his people, courtesy of Eldorian forces. Your kingdoms will clash. There is nothing you can do to stop it."

The man's laugh grows louder, filling the room with a sickening glee. "Two seals are broken now, Ryu. Even if you try to prevent this war, it will only be a matter of time before all the seals shatter, and shadow will consume this world once more!"

My stomach turns as his words sink in, each sentence a hammer blow of dread. Ryu's stance shifts, his shoulders rigid, and I can feel the weight of his fury filling the air around him. The enormity of his words crashes into me, making my head spin. The seals... I knew of them, but this—this was beyond anything I could have imagined. My vision blurs as worry and dread churn within me, the fear of what these broken seals mean for our world.

Suddenly, his gaze shifts to Ryu, a wicked grin stretching across his face. "Pity about your daughter," he sneers, his voice a twisted mockery of sympathy. "I've grown rather fond of her... spirited nature." His words twist into a chilling laugh, and before I can react, his entire body is consumed in a flash of black flames.

"No!" I scream, watching in horror as the dark fire engulfs him, spreading like a disease along his body. One by one, each imprisoned soldier burst into the same black flame, their laughter distorted, twisted.

The flames die out as quickly as they appeared, leaving nothing but piles of ash where the prisoners once stood. The air is thick with the acrid stench of smoke and burning flesh. My heart thuds wildly in my chest, my mind racing, horrified, appalled. I turn to Ryu, his expression hidden in shadow but his stance unmistakably tense.

Without a word, our gazes meet. There's no need to speak; we both know what needs to be done. Without hesitation, we spin on our heels, sprinting past Commander Ayen and his men, their faces frozen in shock, their swords held loosely as they process the horror of what just transpired.

Commander Ayen's hand grabs my arm, stopping both me and Ryu in our tracks. "What by the gods just happened?" he demands, his grip firm.

Ryu doesn't miss a beat. "Tell Lord Y'msari that this attack wasn't of Eldoria's making," he says, his tone edged with urgency. "These soldiers were followers of a darker power—a force that's manipulating events from the shadows."

Ayen's brows knit in confusion, and he casts Ryu a skeptical look. "What darker power?" he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"A Shadowfell," Ryu says, his words weighted with grim certainty.

Ayen's expression falters, a trace of shock in his eyes. "You... you can't be serious."

Ryu steps closer, his gaze unwavering. "I am. You must tell Y'msari immediately that this was not an act of war by Eldoria. They were influenced by something far worse. Warn him—warn the king too—that a greater battle is coming. Elaria must prepare."

The soldier's face hardens, his disbelief replaced by sober urgency. He gives a swift nod and turns, racing down the hall to deliver the warning.

As we turn to leave, my heart pounds, the gravity of the situation weighing down with each step. A dark force stirs, and I can feel the shadow of impending conflict settling over us. We rush out of the keep, my worry mounting.

"Apollo," Ryu calls into his glove, his voice taut with concern, "Apollo, come in." The silence stretches, and Ryu's frown deepens. "Apollo, respond!" he shouts, but there's no reply, only static.

I bite my lip, my stomach twisting with anxiety. Ryu's shadowed expression reflects my own fear, and I can tell he's every bit as unsettled as I am. My mind races, each passing second adding to the pit of worry that sits heavy in my chest.

Please, please let us not be too late, I pray silently.