The valley of fire and smoke was filled with chaos.
The roars of dragons collided with the spells of the gods, echoing through the mountains.
Humans fell, cursed for generations, their lives claimed by a war not entirely of their making.
Linthara stood atop the highest cliff, watching her neighbors and friends fall.
Her heart weighed heavier than any battlefield before her.
She had to choose a side —
for every decision she made would decide the fate of all three races.
Asra's voice — the dragon bound by blood — resounded in her mind:
"Linthara… Should you side with the gods, you will lose me.
Should you choose me, humanity may fall.
But your blood is the key to peace."
She drew a deep breath and let fear dissipate.
"I will choose neither!
I will forge my own path… to unite the three races, not destroy them."
Stepping into the battlefield, her staff radiated light.
She could feel the blood of humans, dragons, and gods intertwining.
Explosions of magic slowed and many warriors froze, staring at her.
"Is this… the power of truth and forgiveness?"
"Yes," Linthara answered firmly.
"We must learn to forgive the past… to build the future."
From that moment, the light of her blood oath with Asra burst forth like a rainbow of power,
embracing the valley.
The intensity of war began to wane.
Survivors bowed, sensing the peace returning.
Linthara knew — this was the first step to truly uniting the three races,
through love, trust, and endurance
"War may take everything but a heart brave enough to choose truth can forge a new peace."