Jude felt himself being drawn closer, as if the memory wanted him to see, to understand. He watched as the warriors prepared, as the sigils on their bodies burned brighter. The enemy was near now, a swirling mass of shadow and malice, a force that defied description.
And then, the battle began.
It was unlike anything Jude had ever witnessed. The air itself became a weapon, bending and twisting under the force of the attacks. Blades of energy clashed against tendrils of darkness, explosions of light and shadow tearing through the city. The warriors fought with precision, their movements fluid, their power immense.
But the enemy was relentless.
Jude saw them fall, one by one, their light snuffed out as the darkness consumed them. He saw the city crumble, saw the once-proud towers collapse under the weight of the battle.
And then, he saw the man, the one who had been him, or who he had been, make a choice.
