As they fled the burning village, Leon, Nia, Elena, Sorin, and Lyra regrouped. The loss of Kael weighed heavily on them, but they knew they couldn’t stop now. The kingdom would keep coming, and if they didn’t grow stronger, if they didn’t take the fight to the heart of the enemy, everything they fought for would be lost.

Nia spoke first, her usual sarcasm replaced with a grim resolve. "So what’s the plan, boss? We can’t just keep running."

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Leon’s hands clenched into fists. "No more running. We need to gather allies. We’re going to take the fight to the kingdom."

Sorin’s optimism flickered back to life. "We still have friends in the capital. If we can reach them, we might be able to gather enough forces for a real attack."

Lyra nodded. "We’ll need to move fast. The king won’t wait long to send more troops after us."

And so, their journey took a new turn. No longer fugitives running from danger, they were now a group with a mission—to strike at the heart of the kingdom and stop the madness once and for all.