The battlefield stretched endlessly, a horizon painted in fire and shadow. The ruins of kingdoms lay beneath the feet of titans, every breath of the wind carrying the wails of the fallen. Above, rifts tore across the skies, spilling streams of chaotic energy that warped the very fabric of existence. The Void was unraveling, and with it, the fate of all realms trembledErevan stood at the heart of it all, his body battered yet unbroken, his aura blazing with the ferocity of one who had nothing left to lose. The System pulsed within him, the runes etched across his soul glowing like brands of defiance. Around him, allies and enemies alike clashed in a storm of blood and power, each strike echoing like thunder, each scream swallowed by the chaos. But his eyes remained locked on the colossal figure ahead the Void SovereignThe Sovereign loomed like a nightmare given flesh, its form shifting between shapes that defied mortal comprehension. Towers of blackened bone, rivers of crimson flame,

The battlefield was quiet, too quiet for what had just unfolded. Where moments ago screams and the clash of steel had filled the air, now there was only the whisper of wind carrying the stench of blood and smoke. The Rift was gone, but the scars it left behind carved deep into the earth and into every soul who had fought upon it.Kael stood in the center of the silence, his sword still raised, its blade dripping not with blood but with the faint glow of divine light. His chest heaved, each breath sharp, as though the weight of the world still pressed against him. The victory had come, yes, but it was not without a price.Bodies littered the ground, soldiers from every clan, their lifeless eyes staring at the new dawn they would never see. The survivors staggered to their knees, some weeping, some lifting their blades weakly to honor the fallen. Kael’s gaze swept over them, his heart heavy. This was what triumph cost. This was the truth of war.Seraphina stumbled forward, her armor cra

The air above the Void Fortress rippled like a storm waiting to break. Aether crackled in jagged arcs, painting the sky in violent streaks of violet and silver. Inside the heart of the fortress, the council chamber was a battlefield of whispers, accusations, and broken trust.Kael stood at the center of it all, his cloak torn and his blade still humming with residual energy from the Riftborn General he had slain only hours before. His breathing was uneven, but his eyes burned with the fire of someone who refused to bow, even under the crushing weight of a thousand unseen expectations.“You brought this war upon us,” spat Lord Veridus, his voice sharp enough to slice through the chaotic hum of the chamber. His armor gleamed with sanctified light, but there was something ugly in the way his gaze lingered on Kael, as though every word was a personal attack.Kael’s lips twisted into a humorless smile. “I didn’t summon the Rift. I didn’t twist the laws of creation until they screamed. Whoe

The battlefield was no longer a valley. It had become an abyss of shadows and fire, a torn world where earth cracked, rivers of molten stone burst open, and the very sky seemed split apart by the sheer force of Kael and the Harbinger’s clash. Every soldier, every wolf, every creature that still clung to life had long since fallen back, forced away by the devastating waves of energy exploding with each strike. They watched from the fractured cliffs, silent witnesses to a battle that would decide not only their fates but the fate of all existenceKael’s chest burned, every breath agony. His claws dripped with both crimson blood and void ichor, the two mingling like a poison on the ground. His skin glowed with veins of shadowfire, spreading like cracks in fragile glass, each pulse threatening to break him open from within. Yet his stance did not falter. His eyes blazed red and gold, the light of his wolf soul clashing violently with the void’s abyssal hunger. He was the bridge, the parad

The dawn after victory had barely settled when the weight of leadership came crashing upon Kael’s shoulders. The battlefield was quiet now, cleansed of immediate danger, but the air was thick with questions, demands, and the shifting eyes of wolves who had once sworn fealty to no one. Victory had united them for a single battle but unity forged in blood was fragile. It needed fire, iron, and will to holdThe valley had been turned into a makeshift camp. Fires burned in rows, healers moved tirelessly, and warriors patrolled the perimeter with nerves strung taut. Kael moved through it like a shadow, his presence enough to silence bickering, but whispers always rose after he passed. Some voices praised him as savior. Others murmured fear fear of the void that still lingered in his veins, fear that his power was too much for any one Alpha to wieldLiora stayed at his side, her gaze steady, but Kael could feel the tremor beneath her calm. She sensed it too. Wolves who had never bent knee b