The battlefield fractured, Wolves bowed lower, murmuring prayers in low, broken howls. Some whispered that their queen had been reborn inside the crown. Others shrieked in despair, tearing at their own fur.Dynasty soldiers stumbled, half believing she was a ghost, half swearing it was a trick.Marcus roared above them all, spittle flying from his lips.“Don’t listen! It’s the Prime! It’s the rot wearing her skin, mimicking her voice! If you believe it, you’re already damned!”He raised his dagger high, voice breaking.“Kill him before he uses her voice to enslave us all!”The crowned figure lifted his hand, Marcus froze, his body stiff, the dagger trembling inches above his head. His eyes bulged with terror.Then the voice that came from the figure was Denilson’s, deep, layered, wrathful.“You mocked me.”Marcus’s body was yanked forward, his feet dragging trenches in the dirt. He shrieked, fighting against the pull, but his body betrayed him.“You broke me.”The dagger twisted in hi

The battlefield was a graveyard, Fires still burned across the craters. The stench of ash choked the air. Wolves whimpered in the shadows, their packs broken and scattered.Dynasties knelt or lay in pieces, their seals shattered like glass, And in the center, Denilson’s body writhed.Wings of gold and black tore wider, their edges splintering into a storm that consumed the night. His flesh cracked like stone, fire spilling from the seams. The crown above his head pulsed, warping between molten shadow and blinding flame.Every heartbeat shook the world.Roland staggered back, blood dripping from his scar. His voice trembled as he shouted over the roar.“Something’s happening inside him, he’s changing!”Marcus, broken and wild-eyed, collapsed to his knees, laughing through blood.“Good! Let him rot from the inside out! Let the beast choke on its own power!”But his laughter faltered when Denilson’s roar tore through the night, louder, deeper, not one voice but three.The wolves collapse

The crowned figure’s wings flexed, each ragged feather dripping fire and ash. The ground beneath his talons bled light, cracks spidering outward until the battlefield itself seemed ready to collapse into the abyss yawning beneath. Soldiers no longer screamed.Their voices had been stolen, smothered beneath the thunder of three beings warring in one body.Roland’s scar pulsed in rhythm with the crown’s shifting glow, every beat sharper, every burn deeper, as though the mark itself sought to rip him apart. He gasped, gripping his sword tighter to anchor himself against the pull.Marcus sank to his knees, coughing, dragging one broken hand through the dirt. He looked up at the figure, his eyes glassy but sharp. “Do you feel it, Roland? They’re tearing him apart from the inside. A war inside a cage, and the cage is cracking.” His laugh broke off into another cough.“When it breaks, none of us will survive.”The crowned figure staggered, his mismatched eyes searing across the field, gold,

The battlefield had never known silence like this.Even the wind had fled. The fires burned low, shadows stretching long across the ruined earth. Wolves whimpered, dynasties shook, and Roland stood with his sword trembling in his hand, his scar splitting deeper with every heartbeat.And at the center, he stood.The crowned figure, wings unfurled in perfect balance, no longer thrashing but still. The circle above his head glowed black, gold, and white, fused into something flawless. His mismatched eyes burned, gold, black, and white, all three watching, all three alive.Roland whispered, barely able to breathe.“…Jenna?”The crowned figure turned, And when he spoke, the battlefield recoiled.“Yes.”Her voice. Clear. Resonant. Denilson’s lips moving, but the sound, the presence, was hers.Marcus collapsed back against the rubble, his broken body shaking with laughter and despair.“You hear it too, don’t you?” he rasped. “She’s inside him. Not just inside, she’s steering the corpse!”Rol

The Entity’s laughter echoed, wrapping her like chains.“Intent is meaningless. You judged him. I execute. This is what power looks like.”Jenna screamed, forcing her hands outward, trying to seize control of the crown, to pry Marcus from its grip. For a heartbeat, the chains loosened. Marcus gasped, his eyes flicking toward her.Then the Entity surged, its hollow mask splitting wider, its tendrils wrapping her arms.“You can’t fight me, girl. You are me.”Outside, Marcus’s body snapped again. His scream tore into the night, raw and broken.Roland charged, his sword blazing, seals igniting every nerve in his body.He hurled himself at the crowned figure, his scar bleeding like a river.“For his life, for Denilson’s soul, I WILL NOT LET YOU FALL!”The crowned figure turned, one wing of shadow lashing out.The strike sent Roland flying, blood spraying from his mouth as he crashed into the dirt. His sword cracked in half, his scar glowing so hot it seared his flesh.Still, he pushed to h