The battle was relentless. Mei Lin and Li Sheng fought side by side, their movements fluid, a well-coordinated dance of skill and power. Though Mei Lin no longer had the power of the amulet, her instincts had sharpened, her body remembering the fight in her blood. Each step, each strike, was part of a greater purpose—protecting her people, her home.
General Wei had underestimated her, thinking that she would be easy to subdue. But Mei Lin was not the same woman he had once faced. With every blow she landed, she felt the last remnants of her past fears and doubts crumble away. She wasn't just a healer anymore. She was a warrior in her own right.
The soldiers were no match for her and Li Sheng, whose skills with a blade were unmatched. They cut through the ranks of the Northern Army, pushing forward with determination. But even as they gained ground, Mei Lin could feel the weight of the situation. The battle was far from over, and General Wei's forces were relentless.
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the bloodied battlefield. Mei Lin wiped the sweat from her brow, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. The villagers had fought bravely, but the Northern Army was still too strong. They needed a decisive blow, something that would turn the tide in their favor.
Li Sheng turned to her, his eyes filled with urgency. "Mei Lin, we need to find General Wei. If we take him down, we'll cripple their forces."
Mei Lin nodded, her heart pounding with resolve. "Let's finish this."