Two lovers stood in the heart of the battlefield, torn between life and death. Their gazes locked, desperate yet unwavering, as the cacophony of screams and clashing steel filled the air-a symphony of terror and hatred.
Amid the chaos, they etched each other into their very souls, an eternal bond forged in love and pain.
"My love," the man clad in golden armor said, his scarlet eyes blazing with fervor as he took in the sight of his beloved. "Even death shall not take us apart."
The other, adorned in silver, sapphire eyes shimmering with unshed tears, reached out as if to capture the fleeting moment.
"Fate is so cruel."
"Fate isn't cruel, my love," the man in gold replied, his voice steady and resolute.
"Fate will bring us back together. And when that happens..." He paused, his gaze lingering as if memorizing every detail of his beloved's face.
"I vow under the heavens," he declared, his voice both a promise and a prayer.
"That you are mine, and I am yours, until eternity."