C134 Embers of triumph

Selena's fingers were white knuckled as she clutched the edges of her dress, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and determination. Rose, her gaze unyielding, watched the unfolding turmoil with an air of detachment.

As the sounds of snarls and clashes echoed, Selena turned to Rose. Her voice, laced with worry, cut through the silence. "I can't help but wonder about Cayden