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The tide of the battle, Part 68

As they mounted the shadow horses, a sense of urgency propelled them forward. The steeds galloped through the dense forest, their hooves barely touching the ground as they raced towards the rebel camp. Mer-Mer could feel the shadows swirling around him, their energy invigorating him, granting him newfound strength.

"Let's move!" Spartacus commanded, his resolve unwavering as he mounted one of the shadow horses. He glanced at Latina and Ragnar, who quickly followed suit. Vespera clambered onto the ethereal creature beside Ragnar, her grip firm on her staff.

With a swift nod from Mer-Mer, they raced through the courtyard, galloping past the remnants of chaos left behind by Azrael's arrival. The echoes of battle faded as they charged down the cobblestone streets toward the forest, the sunlight spilling golden rays over their path.

As they raced towards their rebel camp, Mer-Mer could feel something stirring within him—a connection to the shadows that thrummed with purpose and urgency. He had forged a bond with Azrael that would guide him and empower his allies.

"Vespera," he called out as they rode in formation. "I can feel that there is something more at play than just a simple battle against Solaris and his minions. Azrael awakened something deep within me, a force that might give us an edge."

Vespera looked at him thoughtfully, her expression a mixture of concern and hope. "That power can be potent if you learn to wield it wisely. But remember—darkness without control can consume you."

"I won't let it," Mer-Mer resolved as they galloped forward. He felt like he was riding toward destiny itself.

"Keep your formation tight!" Spartacus shouted over the thunderous hooves. ���We need to reach Julia before Solaris can consolidate his forces."

As they plunged deeper into the trees lining the outskirts of Capua, Mer-Mer felt a newfound power coursing through him—an energy ignited by Azrael's intervention. The shadows responded to his thoughts now, swirling around them like a shroud.

"Can you feel it?" he remarked breathlessly to Vespera. "The balance has shifted."

"Yes," she replied, her eyes sparkling with determination. "Azrael's power is now intertwined with our own. We carry that light within us."

Spartacus rode at the front, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "We must warn Julia and the others of Solaris' impending retaliation. They cannot be caught off guard."

Latina leaned close to Mer-Mer, her brow furrowed with concern. "Do you truly believe we can hold off two legions? The odds are against us."

"We have something they do not," Mer-Mer replied, glancing back at her with fierce determination in his eyes. "We have hope—the fire of rebellion ignited by our struggles and our sacrifices. We fight for a future free from tyranny."

Spartacus swung onto one of the shadow steeds with grim determination, his eyes scanning the horizon for signs of trouble. "If Julia is leading our people, I trust she'll hold strong, but we cannot underestimate Solaris or Nyx. They'll be coming for us with everything they have."

Latina mounted beside him, her spear glinting with renewed purpose. "Then we ride hard and fast! For freedom!"

Ragnar gripped the reins of his steed tightly as he looked at Mer-Mer. "You can guide us through the shadows?"

Mer-Mer nodded, feeling the connection to his powers deepen. "The path will be perilous, but I can navigate us safely. We'll move unseen, like whispers in the wind."

With a shared glance of resolve, the group set off into the wilds surrounding Capua, galloping through the eerily silent landscape. The shadow horses moved with incredible speed, their hooves barely touching the ground as they wove through trees and thickets with ease.

As they soared through the woods, Mer-Mer closed his eyes momentarily, attuning himself to the flow of shadows and energies around him. Images danced across his mind—the rebel camp nestled high in the mountains, fortified against attack but anxious for reinforcements.

The sun dipped lower on the horizon as shadows lengthened around them. The atmosphere was tense; every rustle of leaves seemed amplified in their ears as they raced against time.

��Faster!" Spartacus urged, glancing back at their wake as if expecting pursuers to spring forth from every dark corner.

As if summoned by his fear, a familiar roar echoed through the forest—an ominous sound that sent chills down their spines. Behind them loomed a mass of dark figures emerging from within a swirling curtain of shadows: Solaris' sentinels had followed.

"Hold on tight!" Mer-Mer shouted over his shoulder as he urged their mounts forward. The air shimmered with shadowy energy as he tapped into power flowing through him, directing it toward their fleeting escape.

But behind them came a dreadful clamor—the relentless march of mechanical beasts chasing unrelentingly after their prey.

"Get low!" Latina cried out as she drew her spear back and prepared for combat despite their flight. "We can't let them close in!"

"Not now," Ragnar interjected fiercely. "We need to reach camp first! We��ll make our stand there!"

With each turn and leap through tangled underbrush, Mer-Mer pushed himself harder to maintain their speed while keeping them ahead of Solaris' minions. Sudden bursts of light flickered behind them—sentinels were gaining ground.

Azrael's residual power surged within him, a throbbing reminder that darkness could be used against those who abused it. Using that power meant confronting not only those who persecuted them, but embracing those who embraced it and used it for protection.

Тhey had very little chance of survival... Against them marched 2 Roman legions and the sentinels of Solaris...