The Last Light

The fires on the battlefield burned the night sky red, and the blood flow on the earth merged into a river. The enemy's footsteps rang out as a bell of doom as the brutal battle drew to a climax. Alison stood in the centre of her comrades, and she clearly felt the fearful but determined heartbeat of each warrior. She knew that if the enemy charge came again, they would have no chance of surviving.

Looking into the eyes of despair, determination and calmness flashed in her fading golden eyes. Alison knew deep down that only her power could be a refuge for all in this moment. She gently closed her eyes and raised her hands to the heavens, softly chanting an ancient and powerful healing spell. Her body was like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, and the energy of the ancient magic gathered from all directions and surrounded her, forming a huge halo.

As the incantation sounded, the aura began to expand, forming a warm wave that covered every comrade. Every soldier who came into contact with this wave, whether it was a heavy mental wound or a serious physical injury, was relieved and recovered in an instant. This was the last and most powerful light that Alison had summoned at the cost of her life.

Right at this life-and-death moment, a crossbow arrow enhanced by dark magic pierced through the wind and snow, carrying the cry of the god of death and coming straight at Alison. She sensed a deadly threat, but instead of dodging, she used all her strength to cast a shield at that arrow spell. Radiance coalesced around her to form the strongest barrier, and the moment that impact touched the wall of light, it was as harmless as a snowflake melting into spring water.

The soldiers watched this scene, their eyes reflecting the ten thousand splendours of light released by Alison. There were no words to describe their gratitude for her selflessness. On the battlefield, Alison was like a saviour in the midst of the havoc, using herself as a sacrifice to win a ray of life for them.

However, powerful magic always had a price. After turning the last fatal blow into nothingness, Alison's knees finally couldn't hold up anymore. She fell to her knees, her white battle robe already stained with vermillion. Her strength was exhausted, and her ability to even stand up no longer existed. But in her satisfied smile, there was no regret, only endless infatuation and relief for the one she loved.

At the height of the storm, Alison offered the brightest light of her life - the Last Light. This light will become legend, chronicled in every future book about how a valiant healer wrote the miracle of war with her own life.