The sky over the military encampment seemed to groan under the sheer weight of the divine presence. As Veldora’s massive ivory scales shimmered and Kurma’s nine tails lashed like silken whips of destruction, the atmosphere became a vacuum, stripping the air from the lungs of every soldier in the vicinity. Then, as quickly as the storm had gathered, it vanished. Veldora’s gargantuan form collapsed back into the shape of a calm, white-haired young man, and Kurma’s divine radiance dimmed until he was nothing more than a shadow by my side.
I took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the lingering hum of their power in my own bones. The three legendary nobles—Nel, Lynch, and Holt—remained motionless for a moment, their faces slick with cold sweat. They weren't just looking at a prince anymore; th
