With their new allies, Leon’s group finally reached the outskirts of the capital. The city was heavily fortified, and the king’s army stood ready to defend it at all costs. But Leon knew that they couldn’t turn back now. The fate of the kingdom—and perhaps even the world—depended on their success.

As they planned their assault, Elena stood by Leon’s side, her newfound strength and confidence evident. “We’re in this together,” she said, her hand resting on his arm. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it as one.”

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Leon smiled, feeling the weight of everything they had been through. “I won’t let them take you from me,” he whispered, a promise as much to himself as to her.

The battle that followed was brutal, with both sides suffering heavy losses. But Leon fought harder than ever, his sword cutting through the enemy with a ferocity born of loss and determination. Elena’s magic raged like a storm, her flames lighting up the battlefield.

And as they pressed deeper into the city, Leon’s thoughts turned to the king—the man responsible for all the suffering they had endured. But even as they closed in on the palace, Leon couldn’t shake the feeling that a greater threat was looming.

The fall of the kingdom would not be the end. It would only be the beginning.