Alice's display of power had changed everything. The moment her hands clapped together, shattering a thousand Gorvaks like fragile glass, the battlefield shifted in an instant. Fear that had clung to the hearts of the survivors was wiped away, replaced by something else—something stronger. Confidence. Hope.
Even though their numbers were small, they no longer felt weak. It no longer mattered that they were outnumbered. As long as Alice stood with them, as long as she could erase an entire army in seconds, they believed they could stand against anything.
