Alena

“Alena,” he begins, his voice steady despite the tumult raging within, “in your vision, I see the grandeur of what could be. But we must not be blind to the thorns among the roses. Our unity will be a beacon, yes, but it may also cast shadows that will test our resolve.”

I stand beside him, resolute, my gaze unwavering. “I understand, Roak. The path ahead is uncharted, and the darkness of doubt lingers near. Speak to me of your fears, that we may face them ...