Her legs felt soft, and her heart tightened into a knot she didn't quite understand. Still, she had to do what needed to be done.
Forcing herself forward, Abellona marched with the troops she was leading, her spear firm in hand. The air around her was thick with tension and iron.
She just couldn't let it go. The way things had ended with Damon ambiguous, uncertain left too many unspoken words lingering in her chest. There was so much she wanted to say, but so little time. That was why she chose to focus on what mattered most.
'Maybe this isn't the time… we can talk after we overcome the world dungeon.'
As she marched into the mist-shrouded main island, the air felt thinner, almost as though she were climbing a mountain.
Abellona did not have fond memories of fighting in mountainous terrain. Troops tired faster, formations faltered, and logistics became a nightmare. Supply lines were impossible to maintain, and any prolonged engagement meant disaster.
