"A leader's true strength lies not in his power, but in the trust he inspires," my father said in a flash of clarity among the chaos. And as I parried another savage blow, I saw it—the glimmer of hope in the eyes of my fellow warriors, the resolute determination that we would stand together until the very end.
Reaching back on that memory, I cried forth a last, rebellious yell. With a flash of pure, unadulterated energy, my Crescent Blade cut across the air to meet the assault of the opponent. Every drop of blood poured, every sacrifice made, was leading toward this moment—a time when the heritage of the Crescent Bloodline would be reclaimed—the Dark Wolf dropped, its howl booming like a lament.
