The battle outside the walls of the Vynoria Palace grew ever more chaotic, though at last reinforcements arrived from other kingdoms. News of the assault upon the Vynoria Palace had quickly spread, and troops from the Kingdom of Drakhtarion, from Eryndall, and allied forces soon joined the warriors of Vynoria, launching a counterattack against the Dark Elf army. They fought savagely, each side burning with ambition to slay the other with every shred of strength they possessed.“You must not falter, Calen Storm! We are all behind you, you cannot lose this war!”Tharstan shouted from the rear, as he saw Calen Storm take several blows from the enemy. He tried to encourage him, for Calen Storm was now the commander of all the forces gathered there. Soldiers of Drakhtarion, Eryndall, and the allied armies stood united under his direction to fight against the Dark Elves.“Of course, Grandfather!”The battle raged on, yet as time passed,

Although his heart was overwhelmed with panic and fear, Calen Storm continued to strike back with ruthless ferocity. Every swing of his blade and every surge of his holy energy tore through the dark forces before him. He spared no one, cutting down the enemy soldiers with relentless brutality as he unleashed the entirety of his strength upon them.At last, through sheer determination and force, Calen Storm managed to break through the dark fortress that the Dark Elf Army had erected. With the support of the allied kingdoms’ soldiers who fought alongside him, the tide of the battle shifted. One by one, the Dark Elves fell beneath their combined might, until their lines collapsed entirely.“We did it… we have finally won….”The triumphant cries of soldiers from Vynoria and the allied kingdoms erupted across the battlefield. Warriors shouted in joy, their exhausted voices carrying the weight of relief and hard-won victory. Kings and leaders who had stood shoulder to shoulder with Calen S

Calen Storm lifted his head at once when he heard what Lord Kael declared. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed into a sharp glare, and with deliberate movements he rose to his full height. He positioned himself directly in front of Elara Wynn and Avenya, his body serving as a shield between them and the advancing threat. His grip tightened around the hilt of the sword he now wielded, a weapon he had taken from the museum within Vynoria’s palace.It was not his own legendary blade, but rather an ordinary sword, though beautifully engraved with intricate patterns that glimmered faintly in the dim light of the sacred river chamber. Even without his former weapon, his determination radiated with equal brilliance.“I will never allow you to carry out your twisted desire to kill my daughter,” Calen declared in a voice filled with both wrath and unyielding resolve. “That will only ever happen in your dreams. Because here and now, I will end you first!”Without hesitation, Calen lunged forwa

The war had finally come to an end.The veil of darkness that had suffocated the world had collapsed, and the once–ashen skies of Vynoria began to shine once more, restoring the radiance of existence itself. The armies of Vynoria, Drakhtarion, and their allies had survived, though victory came at a heavy price. Countless lives had already been claimed by the dark elf horde before their downfall, and the battlefield bore silent testimony to their sacrifice.King Theron, Carmen, Liora, and the other commanders of the allied forces stood in stunned silence, their eyes wide as they gazed at the strange and unnerving sight unfolding before them. The surviving dark elf soldiers, who had been writhing and screaming in agony only moments ago, suddenly began to disintegrate. Their bodies fragmented into shards of shadow, each piece dissolving into the air like smoke caught in a strong wind. Within moments, they were gone. Weapons clattered to the ground only to vanish into the same black haze,

Calen Storm lingered in silence for a moment after hearing what his daughter had just said. Her words echoed in his heart, reminding him of how restless their lives had been until recently. It was true—peace had been a fleeting dream. They had spent so long under constant threat, their existence overshadowed by relentless ambushes from enemies intent on taking their lives.But now, for the first time in what felt like forever, there was genuine relief. The threat of the dark elf army had finally been erased from the world. Though he knew well enough that new dangers might one day arise, at least for this brief moment they could breathe in peace and simply exist without fear.“Very well,” Calen finally said, his deep voice steady. “But I think your time playing today is enough, Avenya. It’s time to gather your strength, because after this, you and I will train together.”Avenya’s face brightened as she approached him, nodding eagerly. A sweet, radiant smile stretched across her lips. T