I didn’t think.
I didn’t plan.
I moved.
Rage carried me forward like a living thing, a current too strong to resist. The battlefield blurred as I tore through it—steel, claws, magic flashing past me as if the world itself parted in recognition. Warriors shouted my name, enemies screamed it, but none of it mattered anymore. Hell, I even heard Orion scream it somewhere down the line, but he needed to fight for himself now. I had already lost a friend who tried to protect me.
No more.
Because there was only one presence I followed.
The king.
I felt him before I saw him, his magic a vast, arrogant weight pressing against the land, crushing it beneath his will. His power had always been like that—bloated, swollen with stolen strength and magic, threaded with the suffering of others. Arog
