Baraqil urgently entered the tent to report that an army was approaching, led by Feral Lich, an angel who had turned against his kind in pursuit of power.

Feral Lich was known for his charming face, almost fully covered by green, wavy hair. His silver eyes sparkled with a hint of weariness as he watched over the families he had shown mercy to in the past. Despite the dark stubble that adorned his cheekbones, his handsome features were unforgettable.

His muscled frame towered over others, and there was an air of curiosity and sadness about him that made people ask about his latest victories with a hint of jealousy. The leaders knew that they had to act quickly to prepare for this new threat.

Zena could see the tension in the room as the leaders discussed their options. They knew Feral Lich was a formidable opponent and his army was not to be taken. But they also knew that they had to protect their land and their people at all costs.

After much discussion, they came up with a plan. Zena and her squad would lead the charge against Feral Lich’s army, while the rest of the troops would stay behind to protect the stronghold.

Zena knew that this was a dangerous mission, but she was ready to face whatever came her way. She gathered her squad and gave them a pep talk, reminding them of their training and their commitment to their cause.

As they set out on their mission, Zena felt a mix of fear and excitement. She knew that this battle would be one of the most challenging ones they had ever faced, but she also knew that they had to win.

The battlefield was chaotic, with swords clanging and arrows flying. Zena could see Feral Lich in the distance, leading his army with fierce determination. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she charged toward him, her sword in hand.

The battle raged on for what felt like hours, but, Zena and her squad were holding the enemy off the best they could. Feral Lich had yet to be defeated and his army was matching theirs.

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During the intense battle, as the enemy group charged toward Zena’s squad, she began chanting a protective spell to shield her comrades. But, something unexpected happened. The next thing she knew, she was thrown off her feet, skidding and bouncing off the rough ground. The impact left her disoriented and dizzy, and struggling to get back up, she fainted.

Zena regained consciousness in a bed and noticed that she was in the medical building, not just a tent. She recognized the building from visiting friends who were injured in battle. As she tried to sit up, her head throbbed with pain and she struggled to move. A nurse noticed that she was awake and instructed her to lie back down and rest, promising that someone would come to talk to her soon. Despite her desire for answers, Zena lacked the energy to speak and lay back down, hoping that someone would soon answer her questions.

Saffron ran into the room, relief flooding his face as he saw Zena awake in the bed. “You’re awake!” he exclaimed, rushing to her side and taking her hand. “I’ve been so worried about you.”

Zena struggled to speak, but uttered a weak “What... what happened?”

Baraqil appeared next to her, offering her a glass of water. As she sipped, he explained the enemy forces had combined their magical powers to create a devastating blast. It was what they had feared when the Corpse of Vemon teamed up with the Crimson Valkyrie. Zena was the only survivor from her squad, as the magic attack had hit them.

But Baraqil explained that Zena had survived thanks to the gem Sangria Anorrnathyite he had given her during their first meeting. The gem had protected her from the worst of the blast and had likely saved her life.

Zena stared at the gem, now hanging around her neck. She remembered Baraqil’s warning that it was a rare and powerful artifact and that they should use it with caution. She never imagined it would save her life.

Saffron squeezed her hand, a mix of emotions playing across his face. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he whispered.

Zena managed a small smile. “Thanks to Baraqil and this gem,” she replied, fingering the smooth surface of the stone. “But what about the others?” she asked, her thoughts turning to her fallen squad mates.

Baraqil’s expression darkened. “We pushed the enemy back, but it came at a heavy cost,” he said. “We lost many lives in that battle.”

Zena’s heart sank. She had known the risks of being a soldier, but it still hurt to hear that her friends and comrades had fallen in battle. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over her once again.

“Rest now, Zena,” Baraqil said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You need to recover your strength.”