The Last Stand

# Part 5: Shattered Illusions

With the sun beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a golden light across the scarred battlefield, a palpable tension still hung in the air. The Coalition forces, once brimming with arrogance, now found themselves pressed hard against the edge of desperation. The sound of retreat began to echo among their ranks as they realized that their grand machinations were unraveling.

The once fierce spirit of Lady Isolde lay fallen, and with her defeat, so too did the fervent resolve of her soldiers. But still, one formidable opponent lingered on the edges of the battlefield—**Bealith Dorian**, the Coalition's most feared grandmaster. Cloaked in shadows and surrounded by a whirlwind of arcane power, he eyed the stalwarts of Lunaris, undeterred and resolute.

“Do you hear that?” Bealith called out, his voice sweeping across the battlefield like a chilling breeze. “They scream for mercy. You’re winning this war, but you will never break our will!”

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