*Saoirse*
The great hall's air was thick with the scent of burning cedar, a sharp reminder that the fires of Pyroth had been consuming us for two long years. We had endured, but the fight had taken its toll. Pyroth's forces grew stronger with each passing day, and our hope had begun to wane. But this day, that hope was rekindled.
Rhys stood by the window, his gaze distant but his resolve clear. "For two years, we've held the line against Pyroth," he said, his voice a low rumble in the cavernous room. "But we need allies, Saoirse, ones with abilities beyond the ordinary. Even with Axureon and his dragons behind us, we've barely managed to keep Pyroth at bay."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the crown more than ever. "The graduates of your mother's school, the ones we've been waiting for, they're finally ready. They're not just ordinary soldiers, Rhys. Their magic is potent. And we know they were trained by the best."
