Skylar

Shaking off the lingering dizziness, I turn to face the assembled hellhound soldiers, their eyes fixed on me with unwavering attention. The Scarabs hover nearby, their iridescent wings catching the sunlight in glimmers of promise.

"Let's take our formation," I call out, my voice slicing through the air with clarity that belies the unease churning within me. "Today we solidify our defense; we become the unbreakable shield that guards this realm."

The soldiers fall ...