As if on cue, Jason called a meeting with our advisors and warriors. The atmosphere shifted as we gathered in the great hall, the weight of the future resting on our shoulders. "We've received reports of unusual activity near our borders," he began, his tone serious. "We must remain vigilant. The Black Faes may not be finished with us yet."

Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd, and I felt a chill run down my spine. "We need to send out scouts to monitor any movements," I suggested, my ...