Caspain’s pov
The clash of blades echoed like thunder across the battlefield, each strike a reminder of the ruthless conquests of my past—when kingdoms bent to my will, their rulers trembling under my palm. But today, the war felt different. These humans, foolish enough to challenge us, believed themselves superior. If only they knew the truth, they would have never dared to glance in our direction, let alone raise a blade against us.
I remained silent, my eyes on the chaos unfolding before me, but my mind was on Aeris—my mate, my queen. She had insisted on leading this battle, on proving her strength and her rule over Mistefell. And I, with all my power and experience, would not take that away from her. This was her fight to win. The army I commanded, the warriors who followed me, gave
