"In the heart of chaos, even the fiercest flames cannot burn away the resolve of those who fight for what they love."
Elsbeth.
The air was thick with the scent of smoke, the acrid stench of burning wood mixing with the heavy, metallic taste of fear. My pulse thudded in my ears, the rapid rhythm echoing like a warning deep within my chest. The heat was unbearable, pressing against me like a weight, suffocating and relentless. My breath came in shallow gasps as the pain in my abdomen intensified—each contraction like a violent wave, crashing over me. It was an endless cycle, the urgency to move forward fighting against the excruciating force building within me.
