The wolves whined, bellies pressed flat to the blood-soaked earth. Their instincts screamed submission, yet their eyes were wide with terror, The dynasties staggered back, weapons trembling in their hands.“What… what is he?”“Not Alpha”, “Not Prime”, “Something worse.”Jenna stumbled forward, her legs shaking beneath her, her voice breaking.“Denilson…”Her whisper vanished into the storm of fire and shadow.The new form moved, His wings snapped outward, golden fire igniting the night, shadow blotting the stars. The blast threw men from their feet, wolves howling in agony.Denilson’s face, if it could still be called his, turned to the seal-circle. His mismatched eyes glared through the lattice of light Roland had forged, And with one sweep of his burning arm, he shattered it.The dynasties screamed as their chains of light splintered like glass, fragments cutting their flesh, Roland hit the dirt, his scar blazing, blood dripping from his lips. His eyes widened as he stared at the mo

The air burned with tension.Three Denilsons stood in the torn battlefield. The Alpha burned with golden fire, shoulders squared, eyes filled with authority. The Prime loomed in black ruin, claws dripping shadow, his smile a knife across the night. And between them, the man himself, broken, trembling, caught in their gravity.The wolves writhed in confusion. Packs split apart, some kneeling before the Alpha, others crawling toward the Prime. Blood spilled as brother tore into brother, loyalty fractured in the storm.The dynasties huddled behind Roland, seals trembling in their hands.“Speak it!” one cried, voice shaking. “We can’t hold this! Call the Ritual!”Roland’s face was stone, his scar burning crimson. “The Blood Eclipse is forbidden for a reason. If we use it”Marcus snarled, clutching his dagger, eyes blazing despite the blood soaking his chest.“If we don’t, there won’t be a world left to forbid it!”The Alpha’s voice boomed, shaking the ground.“Stand aside, man. Your weakn

The sky itself split, half blazing gold, half bleeding black, And in the center of the maelstrom, Denilson’s body hung suspended, limp, torn, glowing with both flames and void.Jenna knelt beneath him, her arms outstretched, her voice raw.“Denilson!”The storm roared, drowning her plea.Roland staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his scar, his voice iron despite the tremor.“He’s not stable. If he falls, the world falls with him.”Marcus snarled, gripping his dagger in his broken hand.“Then we end it before it ends us.”He limped toward the storm, ignoring the blood spilling from his side.Jenna spun, fury blazing through her tears.“You touch him, and I’ll kill you myself!”Marcus barked a bitter laugh. “Better you bury him than watch him consume us all.”The wolves howled as one. Some dragged themselves toward Jenna, golden light burning in their eyes, loyal to the Alpha half of him. Others bowed their heads into the dirt, shadows seeping from their bodies, consumed by the P

The battlefield bent beneath him.Wolves whimpered, their bodies pressed flat to the dirt as if an invisible hand crushed them. Dynasties collapsed to their knees, their seals crumbling to dust in their hands. Even Roland’s scar dimmed under the weight of the pressure, and Marcus’s dagger trembled so violently it slipped from his grip.The figure that had once been Denilson stood above them all, crowned in fire and shadow, wings stretched vast against the ruined sky.Every breath he exhaled was power. Every heartbeat cracked the earth, And his voice, Denilson’s voice, but deeper, layered, endless, rolled across the battlefield like thunder.“Kneel.”The command tore through them. Wolves slammed their heads to the dirt, their bodies trembling. Dynasties wept as their spines bent against their will, muscles breaking, blood leaking from their noses.Jenna alone remained standing.Her legs shook, her breath came ragged, but she refused to bow, aHer voice cracked as she screamed across the

His eyesone golden, one black, fixed on her alone, She staggered to her feet, choking.“Denilson… stop”His head tilted, wings unfurling wider, voice echoing like thunder across the dying field.“There is no Denilson.”The words broke her heart more than the blast ever could.Around them, the wolves tore at themselves, packs disintegrating into chaos. Some hurled themselves into the fissure to escape the agony of his power. Others clawed their own eyes out, unable to bear his gaze.Dynasty soldiers crawled, broken, begging for mercy that never came.Roland lay half-buried in rubble, his scar dim, his body trembling as he tried to rise.Marcus knelt in the dirt, blood pouring from his mouth, his laughter ragged and mad.“Look at him! Look at your savior! Your wolf, your heir, your husband, he’s gone! And the thing left, will burn the world!”Jenna staggered forward, ignoring him, her eyes never leaving Denilson.“If the world burns… then I’ll burn with him.”The crowned figure froze, T