[BONUS CHAPTER — 200 POWERSTONE]
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Eleanora appeared beside Kyle. Her cloak fluttering in the cold wind. Her red eyes scanned the battlefield. Sharp and focused.
"They're here," she said, her voice low but clear.
Kyle didn't need to look to know she was right.
He could already feel it. The way the air shifted. The quiet before the storm.
The enemy was close. His heartbeat remained steady. But his fingers twitched with anticipation.
Slowly, he turned his gaze toward the ridge.
Dozens of Red Legion soldiers marched into view. Their crimson armor caught the pale morning light, glinting like blood-soaked steel.
They moved with trained discipline. Tight formation, weapons drawn, scanning every rock, every tree.
But they didn't see the real threat. Not the archers. Not the hidden scouts.
The danger was beneath their feet.
They had walked straight into the trap.
Kyle's eyes narrowed. This was it.
