Chapter 15 - The Unbroken Kingdom
The horns of Eldoria sounded across the morning sky—not the frantic, terror-stricken alarms of the past, but deep, resonant blasts of mobilization that called every citizen and defender to the outer battlements.
At the massive iron gates of the city, Queen Lyra stood clad in light steel armor bearing the crest of the golden wolf. The emerald aura pulsed steadily around her boots, vibrant and calm. Beside her stood Kael, gripping a sturdy broadsword, and behind them, three massive Grolaks stood tall, their armored scales catching the bright morning sun as they let out a synchronized, thunderous roar that shook the clouds above.
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Down the long stone road leading from the outer rim, a dark wave of horned shadows surged forward, howling with the malice of a forgotten age.
Lyra looked back at the thousands of citizens, guards, and volunteers crowding the battlements behind her, all holding their ground with steady hands and hopeful eyes. She raised her hand, holding the small wooden wolf high into the air.
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As the wooden carving caught the first rays of the midday sun, the emerald light exploded outward, washing over the entire army of Eldoria in a brilliant wave of golden-green energy.
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"For Eldoria!" Lyra shouted, her voice echoing like thunder across the plains.
With a mighty roar, the Grolaks charged forward into the mist, carrying their queen toward the horizon as the true era of peace and unity finally began.
