Chapter Thirty-Five: The Gathering Storm
The day passed with little more than the hum of preparation filling the air. Seraphine, Azrael, and Kairos had spent most of the morning planning, going over their strategy for when the Wild Hunt arrived. They knew their enemies better now. The Wild Hunt was unpredictable, shifting between realms with ease, and its leader, the Huntsman, was a formidable foe whose form was constantly changing. They couldn't afford to underestimate them.
But with each plan they discussed, the feeling of inevitability settled deeper into Seraphine's chest. The Wild Hunt would come, and they would fight - no, they would win. She couldn't afford to think otherwise.
As the day wore on, their preparations continued. Kairos and Azrael had taken their positions within the camp, readying their forces and checking the magical wards that had been set up. Seraphine walked through their joint camp, her thoughts a blur of strategy and magic, feeling the weight of everything that had brought them to this point. There was so much at stake.
She found herself near the edge of the camp, where the forest met the open fields. The air here felt different, thicker with the magic that pulsed around them. She closed her eyes for a moment, reaching out with her senses, letting the magic of the land surround her.
Suddenly, she felt it - a tug on her consciousness, a distant sensation that made her skin prickle. The Wild Hunt wasn't far. They were coming.
Her eyes snapped open, and she turned back toward the camp, feeling the urgency rise within her. She needed to warn them. They couldn't afford to wait any longer.
As she hurried back to the heart of the camp, Azrael and Kairos were already waiting for her. Their eyes locked, and without a word, they knew what needed to be done.
"The Wild Hunt is close," Seraphine said, her voice steady but filled with the weight of the moment. "Prepare yourselves. It's time."
The three of them stood together, facing the challenge ahead. The Wild Hunt was coming for them, but they would not go down without a fight. They had one chance to win, and they would take it, together.
The day passed with little more than the hum of preparation filling the air. Seraphine, Azrael, and Kairos had spent most of the morning planning, going over their strategy for when the Wild Hunt arrived. They knew their enemies better now. The Wild Hunt was unpredictable, shifting between realms with ease, and its leader, the Huntsman, was a formidable foe whose form was constantly changing. They couldn't afford to underestimate them.
But with each plan they discussed, the feeling of inevitability settled deeper into Seraphine's chest. The Wild Hunt would come, and they would fight - no, they would win. She couldn't afford to think otherwise.
As the day wore on, their preparations continued. Kairos and Azrael had taken their positions within the camp, readying their forces and checking the magical wards that had been set up. Seraphine walked through their joint camp, her thoughts a blur of strategy and magic, feeling the weight of everything that had brought them to this point. There was so much at stake.
She found herself near the edge of the camp, where the forest met the open fields. The air here felt different, thicker with the magic that pulsed around them. She closed her eyes for a moment, reaching out with her senses, letting the magic of the land surround her.
Suddenly, she felt it - a tug on her consciousness, a distant sensation that made her skin prickle. The Wild Hunt wasn't far. They were coming.
Her eyes snapped open, and she turned back toward the camp, feeling the urgency rise within her. She needed to warn them. They couldn't afford to wait any longer.
As she hurried back to the heart of the camp, Azrael and Kairos were already waiting for her. Their eyes locked, and without a word, they knew what needed to be done.
"The Wild Hunt is close," Seraphine said, her voice steady but filled with the weight of the moment. "Prepare yourselves. It's time."
The three of them stood together, facing the challenge ahead. The Wild Hunt was coming for them, but they would not go down without a fight. They had one chance to win, and they would take it, together.
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