Unleashed Fury

The air crackled, not with the usual static of an approaching storm, but with something far more potent, far more personal. It was the tangible echo of ten years of held-back thunder, of a grief that had festered and grown into a ravenous, electric beast. I stood at the precipice of a battlefield, a desolate plain scorched by a war that had stolen everything, and at its center, a figure cloaked in shadows. The Villain Leader.

My hands trembled, not with fear, but with an almost unbearable surge of power. It hummed beneath my skin, a symphony of lightning waiting to be unleashed. Daisy’s face, her gentle smile, her eyes that held the wisdom of ancient trees, flashed before me. It had been so long, too long, since I’d felt the warmth of her hand in mine, the quiet strength she radiated. Now, only the cold, hard resolve remained, forged in the fires of loss.

“You,” I rasped, my voice raw, a sound that felt alien even to my own ears. “You took her.”