Skylar

Just as my resolve hardens, a rumble echoes from the edges of the training grounds. One by one, they emerge—Hell's soldiers. Clad in armor that glows like embers in a dying fire, their forms are both terrifying and magnificent. Each stride towards me resonates with the loyalty of centuries, their presence a silent vow to stand by my side through the flames of battle. Their arrival fortifies me, an unspoken promise that I do not face the looming darkness alone.

"Skyler," ...