The camp was quiet, too quiet for an army on the brink of war. No songs, no laughter, no boasting fireside tales. Only the scrape of whetstones on blades, the creak of worn leather as soldiers shifted uneasily, and the low murmurs of men and women who had seen too much death in too few days. The night itself seemed to hold its breath, the stars veiled behind a blanket of crimson clouds that smothered the moon.Kael walked the rows in silence. His boots pressed into the mud, each step heavy as if the earth itself resisted him. The air was thick with the stench of smoke, sweat, and despair, yet everywhere eyes turned to him eyes filled not with hope, but with a fragile, fearful expectation. He was their commander, their last chance, their reluctant savior. But behind their gaze lingered unease, the kind born of men who had seen him fight with powers no mortal should wield.He stopped near the smoldering remnants of a fire where three young recruits huddled, barely older than boys. One c

The battlefield vanished from Kael’s mind the moment Darius charged. All the chaos, all the blood and screams faded into a blur. There was only the man before him the brother who had betrayed him, the monster who had taken everything, the shadow of what he himself might yet become.Their swords met in a crash that shook the earth. The ground split beneath their feet, shockwaves blasting soldiers backward, tearing banners from poles, extinguishing fires in an instant. Steel screeched against steel, void fire flaring between them in a violent storm. Men nearby were thrown aside, their bodies broken by the sheer force of the impact.Kael’s arms trembled as he held against the crushing weight of Darius’s blow. His brother was stronger, impossibly strong, each strike heavier than mountains. Kael twisted away, void flames sparking as he slashed, his blade carving arcs of shadow through the air. Darius parried effortlessly, his movements precise, almost elegant.“You’ve grown,” Darius said,

The smoke cleared slowly, drifting like torn veils across the battlefield. Silence pressed down, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the groans of wounded soldiers who dared not lift their eyes. All eyes were fixed on the center, where two figures remained one standing, one kneeling.Kael’s body shook violently, blood dripping from a dozen wounds, his blade trembling in his hand. He was the one still on his feet. Barely. His knees threatened to buckle with every heartbeat, but he forced himself upright, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths.Darius was on one knee, his sword plunged into the earth to keep himself from collapsing completely. Black blood pooled beneath him, steam rising from his wounds where Kael’s unstable fire had scorched him deeper than the Void had ever allowed. His breath came in sharp, furious hisses, and his eyes once calm pools of arrogance now burned with hatred and disbelief.“You…” Darius rasped, his voice hoarse, almost broken. “You shou

The night was unnaturally still, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The forest stretched endlessly into the horizon, shadows crawling over the trees under the watch of a swollen moon. Every sound was sharpened, every heartbeat magnified. The pack had gathered at the ancient clearing a place where blood, history, and destiny always seemed to intertwine.Elena stood at the center, her eyes locked on the glowing crest carved deep into the stone altar. The mark burned faintly with power, the same mark that tied her fate to Adrian’s. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her shoulders the wars, the betrayals, the curses, the contracts, the love, and the loss. Tonight would decide it all.Adrian stepped forward, his figure bathed in moonlight. His aura was heavier than it had ever been, his wolf simmering just beneath the surface. His golden eyes burned with both fury and devotion, as if the gods themselves had poured fire into him. He looked at Elena, an

The skies were blood red, the Void stretching endlessly, swallowing light and sound alike. Kael stood at the heart of the collapsing battlefield, his body bruised, his armor cracked, but his eyes burning brighter than ever. His breath came in ragged bursts, the taste of iron thick on his tongue, but he refused to kneel. He had endured everything betrayals, endless battles, the abyss itself and now, at last, the end was hereThe world itself seemed to shudder, the ground splitting into jagged chasms. Flames roared from beneath the earth, mixing with spirals of void energy. Fragments of broken stars drifted across the sky like shattered glass. It was the apocalypse, the unraveling of reality, and standing at the center of it all was the enemy who had haunted him from the beginningThe Void Sovereign descended like a storm of shadows, its form shifting constantly, neither flesh nor spirit but something incomprehensible. Its many eyes glowed with cruel intelligence, and its voice reverber