The Divine Beast stood before Seraphina, a magnificent titan cloaked in scales that shimmered like molten silver, its breath releasing clouds of steam into the cold night air. Its golden eyes, fierce and ancient, bore into her very soul. Around the camp, the knights gripped their weapons tightly, muscles tense, ready to strike if the beast turned hostile.
Seraphina's heart pounded, but she held her ground. She recalled the ancient chant's rhythm — a song of balance and unity between ruler and guardian, sung by the royal bloodline for centuries. Her voice trembled at first, but gained strength as she continued, each word weaving a delicate bridge of light between herself and the beast.
Kaelen stepped forward, offering silent support. "Remember, the beast senses truth," he whispered. "Show it your heart, not just your power."
As the final note escaped her lips, a deep rumble emanated from the Divine Beast. It lowered its massive head, a rumbling growl softening into a purr of recognition. Slowly, it extended a colossal paw, touching the ground before her—a gesture of allegiance.
A wave of warmth spread from the point of contact, and Seraphina felt a surge of energy flow through her veins. Her white light powers flickered to life, intertwining with the beast's ancient force. The kingdom's fate suddenly felt less uncertain.
But peace was fragile.
From the edge of the mist, a shadow stirred.
Lucien's sharp voice broke the reverie. "We're not alone."
Out of the darkness stepped a battalion of armored soldiers, their armor etched with the symbol of Evelyne—the so-called heroine of the book, but in this world, a deadly rival. Their eyes burned with fanatic loyalty, their weapons drawn and aimed.
"Empress Seraphina," their commander called out, voice cold and sharp. "Your time ends tonight. Surrender, or face the wrath of the true ruler."
Seraphina's gaze hardened. "I will never bow to a lie."
Kaelen unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering with dark light. "Then prepare yourself."
The night exploded into chaos.
Steel clashed, magic flared, and the roar of the Divine Beast echoed through the trees as it stepped to Seraphina's side, a living shield between her and the enemy.
In the midst of battle, Seraphina realized this was no longer just a fight for power—it was a fight for truth, for redemption, and for the hope buried deep within the shadows of her past.
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