The attack came at dawn. The kingdom’s soldiers swept into the village like a flood, their banners fluttering in the wind as they set fire to homes and cut down anyone who stood in their way. Screams filled the air, and the once peaceful village was plunged into chaos.

Leon charged into the fray, his sword gleaming in the morning light. He fought with a precision he had never known before, every move fluid, every strike deadly. Kael had taught him well, and now he was putting those lessons to the test.

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But no matter how many soldiers he cut down, the tide seemed endless. For every one he defeated, two more took their place.

In the distance, he saw Elena, her magic flaring as she tried to protect a group of villagers. But even she couldn’t hold them off forever. The soldiers were closing in, their swords raised.

“No!” Leon shouted, his voice raw with desperation as he fought his way toward her. But the chaos of battle was too thick, and the distance between them seemed insurmountable.

As the village burned around him, Leon’s heart tightened in his chest. He could feel the weight of every life that was being lost, every person he couldn’t save.