*Saoirse*

The world roared its fury as stone and sky shuddered under the wrath of the militia's bombardment. Every thunderous impact threatened to tear the hidden sanctuary apart. I stood firm, a solitary sentinel amidst the chaos. I would not let them destroy these people, destroy me.

My hands clasped my staff tightly, its ancient wood pulsing with life and power. Power surged through me, a torrent of mystic energy I commanded into a shimmering dome above the fleeing ...