[Third Person].
The eastern edge of Stormveil had never felt like this before.
The Great Wall stood tall behind them, fortified with the faint, almost imperceptible glow of fae runes embedded deep within its structure.
Beyond it stretched the open expanse of land that had seen smaller conflicts in the past—but never anything like what now gathered upon it.
Draven stood at the forefront, his presence steady, his gaze fixed ahead. Beside him, Meredith was silent.
The army of Stormveil had assembled in full force—Alphas, Betas, warriors in dense formations, their numbers strong, their resolve even stronger.
The air carried the low, restless energy of warriors ready to fight, but beneath it all, there was tension.
Then the enemy revealed itself.
At first, it was only movement in the distance—a dark mass spreading across the horizon like a storm rolling in.
But as it drew closer, shape and form became clear, and the sheer scale of it pressed heavily against the senses.
