With a roar that outdid the wind, Malika breached the camp. She was no longer just a ruler; she was the warrior she was born to be.
That night, under the cover of a sandstorm, Malika didn't wait to be attacked. She led the vanguard. As the Stalkers’ camp came into view, Malika felt the fear of her youth vanish, replaced by the crushing weight of her responsibility—and the fire of her destiny. queen_malikamp4
"Queen Malika, your people are scared," Prime Minister Gidi said, his voice trembling. "They say it is time to surrender the eastern grain stores to buy time." With a roar that outdid the wind, Malika breached the camp
Malika didn't look back at her advisors. She focused on the horizon, where the smoke of burning villages stained the sky. She led the vanguard
She descended the stone steps, her armored skirts clinking. As she reached the center of the gathering, she drew the blade, the metal catching the setting sun.
Malika turned, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the distant fires. She gripped the hilt of her ancestral blade, The Sun-Shard .