The grand hall echoed with the sounds of clashing powers and raw determination. The nobles, though battered and bloodied, refused to fall without a fight. King Fredrik, now fully recovered thanks to Lady Celestine's regenerative abilities, gritted his teeth and stood alongside the last of his allies. Lord Aldric, a deep wound carving through his shoulder, still held his stance with fierce determination.
Lady Lysara, panting heavily, kept her gaze locked on Zedrich, her Time Manipulation aura wavering from exhaustion. Lord Reginald, struggling to maintain his composure, clenched his fists, his Time Manipulation aura flickering weakly. Lord Kael, having expended half his stamina in relentless fireblasts, could barely hold himself up, his breathing ragged. Lord Eldrin, bruised and battered, stood defiantly, gripping his sword.
