No Turning Back

By the time the chaos subsided, Ettug High was in ruins. Bodies of students and teachers alike lay scattered across the courtyard and halls, the once-prestigious academy now nothing more than a graveyard. Emmic stood in the center of the destruction, his breath heavy, his eyes glowing with a deadly, unyielding light.

Velira approached him slowly, her heart aching for him. "Emmic… it’s over."

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He didn’t respond at first, his chest rising and falling with the intensity of his emotions. Finally, he spoke, his voice quiet but filled with a cold resolve. "No, it’s not. Not until I get her back."

Velira nodded, understanding the depth of his pain. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "We’ll find her. Together."

Emmic turned to her, his eyes softening ever so slightly at her words. For the first time since the massacre began, the storm in his heart calmed just a little. But he knew what had to come next. The slave traders, the auction… those who had stolen the girl from him would soon feel the same wrath that had consumed Ettug High.

There was no turning back now.