THE WASTELAND

embled on the opposite ridge, their armor glinting menacingly in the early light, Aria stood at the forefront of her group, heart pounding. The ai

he hope of a life unshackled from tyranny, echoed her words, their spirits ignited. They charged forward, a wave of determined soul

ior. She fought valiantly alongside Aria, her agility and quick thinking allowing them to outmaneuver several Iron Claw soldiers. Each time L

d the rebels he once called friends. In a moment of desperation, he saved a young rebel from an enemy's blade, but the act was not without consequence. A spear p

movements a blend of instinct and training, but for every enemy she felled, it seemed two more took their place. The cr

t so had Aria's rebels. As she surveyed the field, the weight of their sacrifices crashed upon her like a tidal wave. Friends lay

e reflected on the cost of their fight. Freedom had come at a steep price, and the shadows of those they had lost would haunt her for the rest of her days. With a heav