Shadows surged outward, lashing across Jenna’s body, wrapping her wrists, shaping into her own hands. The tendrils held her arms aloft, forcing her to face Denilson with blades of shadow where her palms should have been.“Strike him down,” the Father hissed, “and free yourself.”Jenna screamed, thrashing against the tendrils.“NO! I WON’T!”Her light flared, cracking the shadow, but the abyss responded by folding inward, tightening, crushing.Outside, the crowned vessel reared back, its wings smashing down like mountains, shattering the battlefield. Wolves scattered, howls drowned in chaos. Dynasties screamed as the ground collapsed beneath them.Roland stood, his broken blade clutched tight, his scar splitting open down his chest, flames pouring out like rivers. He was burning alive, but still he moved.His voice cracked as he roared up at the vessel.“DENILSON! JENNA! HOLD ON!”The vessel’s mouth opened, three voices clashing together, Denilson’s agony, Jenna’s cries, the Father’s c

The vessel’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing black and gold, and with its free hand it unleashed a wave of force.The ground erupted. Wolves were flung screaming into the distance. Dynasties slammed into the earth, bones breaking.Roland was hurled backward, crashing into shattered stone. Blood sprayed from his mouth. His blade clattered to the ground, smoking.He staggered, crawling back to his knees, scar still blazing.“Jenna… Denilson…”His voice trembled.“Don’t make me do this…”Inside, Jenna’s body went limp.Denilson froze, staring at her pale face, her glow dimmed almost to nothing.His golden eye widened, terror consuming it.“No… no, please, not you…”Her lips moved faintly. No sound came.But he read the shape of them:I love you.The Father’s laughter thundered, shadows curling around Denilson’s chest.“She is gone. And soon, you.”Denilson screamed, his grip loosening. His body convulsed violently, torn between voices, torn between light and shadow.The abyss itsel

The battlefield burned.Roland’s scar poured rivers of fire down his body, his broken blade raised high. His knees buckled beneath the weight of his power, but still he stood, eyes locked on the crowned vessel before him.The vessel screamed, a sound of agony and command, of man, woman, and monster. Its chest split wider, gold fire and black void erupting in violent bursts.“HELP ME” “I WON’T LET YOU GO” “DESTROY THEM ALL!”The wolves cowered, pressed to the dirt, their howls drowned in terror. Dynasties clawed their own faces in prayer.Roland’s teeth bared in a snarl. His voice cracked, hoarse and furious.“If this is what it takes… I’ll kill you myself!”He charged, his scar blazing brighter than the sun, blade trailing fire as he leapt.Inside, the abyss shattered into fragments.Jenna clung to Denilson, her spirit burning into his chest, her tears flames against his fractured skin.“Don’t you dare tell him to kill you!” she screamed. “You’re mine, Denilson, he can’t have you!”

And in the middle of it all, Roland fell to his knees, clutching Jenna as she thrashed in his arms.“LET ME GO!” she screamed, her glow erupting like fire against his chest. “I have to go back, I have to”Roland’s arms locked tighter around her, his scar burning so fiercely that flames licked up his throat. Blood streamed from his mouth as he forced his words out through clenched teeth.“You’ll die in there. He threw you out for a reason.”Her fists slammed against him, her voice raw.“HE NEEDS ME!”Roland staggered, his knees buckling. For a moment, it seemed he would let her go. But his arms only grew stronger, a cage of fire and bone.“No… Jenna… if you go back now, you’ll both be lost.”Her sobs tore through him, each one sharper than a blade, Above them, the dynasties moved, their whispers carrying like snakes across the ruin.“The vessel cracks. The crown is gone.” “The Father is breaking through.” “Strike now… claim the throne…”Their eyes gleamed with desperation and greed.

“I see what you did. Every word, every betrayal, every thought you hid behind your smile.”Jenna’s body froze. Her tears stilled on her cheeks.“I forgave you,” he said, voice cutting like glass. “But these eyes… they cannot.”Her sob broke into a strangled scream. “No don’t say that! Please, don’t!”The dynasties seized their chance. Broken, bleeding, but desperate, they surged forward in a final assault.“Strike now! Before it awakens fully!”Hundreds of warriors charged, seals cracking in their hands, blades raised high, all screaming in terror and courage.Roland staggered upright, roaring, “Stay back, fools! You’ll only”Too late.Denilson’s new eyes flickered, And reality itself screamed.The scream of the battlefield was not of mouths, but of minds.When Denilson’s eyes blazed, every living soul saw.Wolves convulsed, clawing their faces raw, howls breaking into ragged sobs as visions tore them open. Their hunts, their killings, their cowardice, all thrown before them at once,