Selene stood at the cliff's edge, staring down at the valley bathed in cold moonlight. The fortress of Blackspire loomed in the distance, its spires reaching for the heavens like jagged fangs. Somewhere within its walls, Saren waited.
The wind howled around her, carrying whispers of fate, of battles yet to be fought. Orion stepped beside her, silent as ever, his blue eyes scanning the horizon.
"We march at first light," he said quietly.
Selene exhaled. "This ends tonight."
Behind them, their army stirred. The Moonborn and the Shadowborn—two factions once at war—now stood united under a single cause. Tents flapped in the wind as soldiers readied their weapons. Fires flickered in the darkness, casting long shadows over the determined faces of warriors preparing for battle.
Cassius sat on a rock, sharpening his sword with slow, deliberate strokes. Riven was checking the laces on their twin daggers, muttering to themselves as they did.
Selene turned to face them. "Are we ready?"
Cassius smirked. "We've never been more ready."
Riven's lips curved slightly. "Let's hope Saren bleeds."
Selene glanced at the sky, where the moon hung heavy and full. Tonight, the world would either be reborn—or lost to darkness forever.
The Battle Begins
Dawn came not with warmth, but with war.
The first arrows darkened the sky. The enemy poured from Blackspire's gates like a tide of shadows, their war cries mingling with the clash of steel.
Selene led the charge, her sword gleaming as she carved through the chaos. Around her, the battlefield became a storm of fury.
Orion moved like a ghost, slipping between foes with deadly precision, his daggers striking vital points with cold efficiency.
Cassius was a force of nature, swinging his broadsword in wide arcs, cutting down anyone who stood in his way. He fought not for glory, but for vengeance—for every life Saren had taken.
Riven weaved through the chaos, twin blades flashing. They danced through the enemy ranks, striking where it hurt the most, silent as death itself.
Selene gritted her teeth as she fought. The air smelled of blood and burning wood. The screams of the dying echoed around her, but she pushed forward. There was no turning back now.
Then, a deafening roar split the sky.
The ground trembled.
A wave of darkness surged from the fortress gates, swallowing everything in its path. Warriors were thrown aside like dolls.
And then, he appeared.
The Final Confrontation
Saren stood atop the fortress walls, his black cloak billowing, his silver hair a stark contrast to the darkness swirling around him. His golden eyes burned with cruel amusement.
"You think you can change fate?" His voice was a thunderclap across the battlefield. "You are nothing."
Selene stepped forward, sword in hand. She wasn't afraid.
"Not nothing," she said. "Not anymore."
She leapt.
Magic surged through her veins, and the wind carried her upward. Their swords met midair, sending a shockwave through the battlefield.
Saren grinned. "Good. Show me what you've learned."
He struck with relentless force, his blade wreathed in dark fire. Each blow sent tremors through Selene's body, but she refused to yield.
She dodged, countered, struck. Their battle became a blur of silver and shadow, two forces colliding in a deadly dance.
Below, the fighting raged on. Cassius was locked in a brutal struggle with a monstrous knight, his roars of fury echoing over the field. Orion was bleeding, but still moving, still striking with deadly precision.
Riven had vanished into the melee, their movements unseen, their daggers finding throats in the darkness.
Selene had no time to check on them. She had to end this.
The Breaking Point
Saren swung his blade in a wide arc, sending Selene crashing to the fortress floor. Pain exploded in her ribs. She coughed, blood staining her lips.
He loomed over her. "You were always destined to fall."
Selene clenched her jaw. "Destiny is a lie."
She pushed herself up, her hands trembling.
Memories surged through her mind. Her mother's voice, whispering lullabies. Orion's quiet loyalty. Cassius's laughter, so rare but so genuine. Riven's sharp, knowing eyes.
She was not alone.
She never had been.
A surge of strength flooded her limbs. She moved.
Saren swung—but she was faster.
She dodged his strike, twisting behind him. Her sword found the gap between his ribs and plunged deep.
His body jerked.
For the first time, Saren's eyes widened in fear.
Darkness poured from the wound, spilling into the night air like ink. His lips moved, but no words came out.
Then—he collapsed.
The shadows that had consumed the battlefield dissipated.
And with them, Saren was gone.
The Aftermath
The battle was over.
The sun had risen over Blackspire, casting golden light over the ruined battlefield. Smoke curled into the sky. Bodies lay in the dirt, some breathing, some forever still.
Selene stood among the wreckage, sword still clutched in her hand. Every muscle ached, every wound burned—but she was alive.
Cassius stumbled toward her, bloodied but grinning. "Tell me that bastard's dead."
Selene nodded. "It's over."
Orion exhaled, wiping blood from his forehead. "Finally."
Riven emerged from the shadows, giving a slow, satisfied nod. "He won't be haunting us anymore."
The remaining warriors of the Moonborn and Shadowborn gathered, weary but victorious. Some cheered, some wept. Some simply stood in stunned silence, unable to believe it was real.
Selene looked out over them. These people—her people—had fought for this moment.
For the first time in years, the weight of war lifted from her shoulders.
She turned to face them, voice steady despite the exhaustion.
"No more shadows," she declared. "No more fear."
She raised her sword high.
"Today, we begin anew."
A roar of triumph echoed through the valley.
The war was over.
And with it, the dawn of a new age had begun.