Zena looked on as Saffron left to lead the troops, feeling a pang of worry in her chest. They left her alone with Dagiel and Baraqil, who both turned to her with smiles. “Zena, we need to talk to you,” Baraqil said, and Zena felt a surge of nervousness.

As they spoke, Baraqil explained Zena’s role in the battle. She was to stay near the rear of the troops and use her magical abilities to support and heal her allies. Zena listened, feeling a sense of relief that she had a clear role to play.

She also learned that Saffron was not alone, as he had his team of skilled fighters to support him. Zena felt reassured that Saffron would be safe and that he was in a capable hand.

With her role defined and her worries somewhat eased, Zena took a deep breath and prepared herself for the battle ahead. She knew it would be a tough fight, but she was determined to do her part to protect whomever she could.

Zena surveyed the battlefield, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the deafening sounds of explosions, drowning out any other noise in the area. Despite the overwhelming sense of danger, Zena knew she couldn’t back away. She was determined to protect anyone she could.

As she stood there, she noticed the towering figures of the angels, their imposing stature casting shadows over her. Though they looked strong, Zena felt empowered by what Saffron had taught her. With her newfound knowledge, she knew she could stand tall and protect those around her.

As the horn sounded in the distance, Zena could feel her heart racing. She looked towards the leader in front of her, who gave a signal, and in response, she heard the enemy approaching. The battle was about to begin.

Zena took a deep breath and focused on her energy. She knew her abilities would be crucial in this fight. As the enemy drew closer, she felt a wave of fear wash over her, but she pushed it aside and concentrated on her task.

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The first wave of enemy soldiers charged toward her, but she stood her ground and summoned a powerful shield to protect her allies. As the battle raged on, she used her magic to heal the wounded and protect her fellow soldiers. She felt a sense of pride in what she was doing, knowing that she was making a difference in this fight.

Zena’s heart raced as she caught sight of Saffron, flying and engaging in a fierce battle with enemy creatures that had taken to the skies. She marveled at his skill and bravery as he dodged their attacks and retaliated with his own.

As she watched, she felt a sense of pride and admiration for her friend and a twinge of envy for his ability to take to the air with such ease. She knew that she had her role to play on the ground, but a small part of her longed to be up there with Saffron, fighting alongside him in the sky.

But she quickly shook off those thoughts, reminding herself of her abilities and the importance of her role in the battle. She focused her attention on the surrounding troops, using her magic to heal and support them as they engaged in fierce combat with the enemy on the ground.

As the battle raged on, Zena felt a sense of purpose and determination wash over her. She knew that the fate of their people rested on their success in this battle, and she was determined to do everything in her power to ensure their victory.

With each passing moment, she felt more and more confident in her abilities, and more and more connected to the surrounding warriors. Despite her efforts, the enemy continued to push forward, their numbers seemingly endless. Zena could feel her strength waning, but she refused to give up. She summoned all the energy she could muster and unleashed a powerful blast, striking down several enemy soldiers at once.

The battle continued for what felt like hours, but eventually, the enemy began to retreat. Zena looked around, taking in the aftermath of the fight. They littered the ground with bodies, and the air was still thick with smoke and dust. But through the chaos, Zena could see the faces of her fellow soldiers, tired but victorious.

And as the battle drew to a close, with the enemy defeated and their troops emerging victorious, Zena felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her. She looked over to Saffron, who was landing near her with a triumphant grin on his face. “We did it!” he exclaimed, and Zena couldn’t help but smile in response. They had indeed, and together they had proven themselves to be powerful warriors and defenders of their people.