Wren sits, nursing her bandaged shoulder, wincing as she moves. “Guess that didn’t go as planned,” she says, forcing a smile. The room is tense, her voice quiet. She glances up, her eyes tired but resolute. “I’ll be ready next time. No matter what.”
Her hand brushes the injury gently, and as she lowers her gaze, she whispers to herself, “One day… I’ll be more than just the sacrifice.”
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