The world was chaos.
The battlefield had become a tangle of madness, each footstep on the ground met with resistance—whether from the violent strike of enemy claws or the sharp clink of steel against steel. There was no telling where the enemy’s lines began or ended, just an endless surge of creatures that clawed their way through the defense with wild hunger.
But amidst it all, there was a light.
Selina’s heart beat steady in her chest as she moved, as though the rhythm of battle had become a part of her. She was no longer just a warrior—she was a force unto herself. Her sword cut through the air like lightning, each movement a reflection of the fury that burned within her.
Beside her, Zane was like a tempest. His every strike was precise, brutal, a testament to the raw power within h
