The Final Stand Begins in the Frostbitten Forest

As the frost clings to the trees and war drums echo across Avalora, Queen Estrilda prepares her last stand. The rebellion is weary. Her allies are scarred. But Snow White’s army is coming—an endless tide of darkness, twisted by her unholy magic. In the silence before the clash, hearts beat like war drums and memories ache like old wounds.

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Estrilda nodded, her chest tightening. “We hold here. No one breaks the line.”

Nearby, Amelia moved among the archers, her quiet demeanor replaced by something resolute. She adjusted quivers, corrected stances, and murmured soft words of encouragement to the younger soldiers.

Though her voice was calm, there was an undeniable authority in her movements that hadn’t been there before.

Gareth caught Estrilda’s glance toward Amelia and leaned closer, his voice low. “She’s grown, hasn’t she? Sacrifice will do that.”

Estrilda didn’t answer, but her throat tightened. They had all changed. War had a way of stripping away innocence and leaving only raw determination.

Estrilda’s heart clenched as Snow White’s army drew closer, and with it, the weight of the battle that lay ahead.

This wasn’t just another fight—it was the reckoning of all the years of betrayal, loss, and the undeniable truth that the sister she had once known was gone.