The battlefield was chaos.
The Silver Guard—elite warriors clad in enchanted armor—had entered the fray, their blades glowing with divine energy as they tore through the Voidborn. The creatures shrieked, recoiling from the holy weapons, their regenerating flesh sizzling upon contact.
Selina gritted her teeth as she sliced through another monstrosity, her muscles screaming in protest. They had been fighting too long—and she knew they weren’t done yet.
Across the field, Zane was relentless. He moved like a storm, his wolf form nothing but a blur of fur and fangs. Every swipe of his claws sent a creature collapsing into dust, but more kept coming.
Elira stood at the heart of the battlefield, her hands weaving spells faster than ever before. Her body trembled with exhaustion, but she refus
