The night she turned from him, The laughter when her family mocked him, The moment she chose her lover’s lips over her husband’s trust, Every cruel glance, every cold word, every secret she thought dead, burned into her, Her chest cracked with guilt, but she refused to let go.“I know what I did,” she whispered, trembling. “I know. And I’ll pay for it a thousand times. But don’t let this kill you!”Denilson’s voice thundered across them all, not rage, not sorrow, something deeper.“This is not punishment. This is truth. You built your lives on shadows. I tear them down.”He raised his head higher, his body trembling with strain. The battlefield split wider. Trees disintegrated into ash, stone melted into rivers of glass. The very air warped around him.Roland forced his knees to lock, his blade blazing red with the last of his seals. His voice cracked, but it carried.“Denilson, look at me! You’re stronger than this thing inside you. Don’t let it decide who you are!”For a heartbeat,

The crown of shadow above his head blazed, piercing the sky. Lightning split the heavens, striking the battlefield in a thousand cracks of ruin.Wolves cowered. Dynasties screamed, Roland coughed blood, forcing his voice through raw lungs.“Damn it, boy, don’t let him take you!”Denilson’s body convulsed violently, his grip on Jenna loosening, then tightening again, like a war was being fought within his very muscles.His eyes flickered, black, gold, and then that impossible third light, His mouth opened, voice fractured.“I am not”Then the Prime drowned him again, voice vast and final:“You are mine.”A surge of power erupted from Denilson’s chest, blasting Jenna from his grasp, sending her tumbling across the dirt. She coughed violently, clutching her bruised throat, glow sputtering like a candle in the wind.She screamed, hoarse and desperate.“Denilson, don’t leave me!”The Prime turned his body fully to face Roland, The scarred warrior dragged himself to his feet, no blade left,

The Prime howled in fury, crushing tighter. Jenna’s knees buckled, her glow flickering out like a dying ember.Roland roared and surged forward, dragging his broken sword with him.“If you can’t stop yourself, then I’ll stop you!”He hurled himself at Denilson, blade arcing down. For a heartbeat, time froze, the air bending under the weight of his strike.Denilson’s golden eye widened in horror. His hand shot out, catching the blade mid-swing. The steel sizzled against his palm, hissing, burning through flesh and bone. But he didn’t let go.Roland’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t looking at the Prime. He was looking at Denilson, the boy’s lips trembling, his eye begging.“Kill… me…”Roland’s heart ripped apart. His grip faltered, And in that falter, the Prime surged.With a roar, Denilson’s hand clenched. The blade shattered into fragments, exploding outward like shrapnel. Metal tore across Roland’s chest, opening fresh wounds, hurling him backward into the dirt.Roland’s scream was swallo

Denilson’s hand trembled violently around Jenna’s throat, the pressure crushing, the heat blistering. But unlike before, his eyes were no longer one voice.The left eye blazed endless void, merciless, a universe of hunger, The right eye burned pure gold, shaking, desperate, alive.Two powers tore through him at once, splitting his body down the middle. The crown above his head cracked, leaking shadow and light in jagged bursts.Jenna gagged in his grip, tears streaming, yet she forced herself to meet both eyes at once.“Denilson… fight him!” Her voice rasped through the crushing grip. “Don’t let him win, don’t let me lose you!”The Prime’s voice boomed through his lips, sharp and final:“He is mine.”But Denilson’s own voice broke through, raw and agonized:“No!”The battlefield shook with the clash.Roland coughed blood from the dirt, forcing one eye open. His vision blurred, his ribs grinding like shattered glass, but he saw it, the boy still there, clawing through the dark.“Kid…”

Her breath hitched, her entire body trembling. The glow in her veins flickered, dim as a candle in a hurricane. Yet she did not move. She did not run. She stared into his mismatched eyes, one pleading for release, the other demanding obedience.“Denilson…” she whispered, her voice broken, “if this is judgment, then let it fall on me.”The words pierced him. His hand trembled. For a heartbeat, the spear wavered.Then the void roared inside him. His lips parted into a cold smile.“She accepts.”He thrust the spear forward.Roland’s body moved before thought. The battered wolf hurled himself across the shattered earth, his shard of a blade glowing faintly in his hand.“NO!” he roared.The spear launched, tearing reality apart as it cut through the battlefield. Jenna’s scream split the air, And Roland slammed himself between her and death.The impact cracked the world. Black-gold light erupted, throwing soldiers, wolves, and dynasts like leaves in a gale. The ground ripped open, swallowin