THE SHADOW KING’S WRATH
The forest quaked under the Shadow King’s presence. Trees twisted unnaturally, their roots clawing the soil, while shadows writhed like living serpents at his feet. The very air vibrated with malevolent power, chilling Nara to her core.
Kael’s amber eyes glowed brighter, the curse inside him surging uncontrollably. Every hair on his body bristled, his fangs bared, and yet he stood firm beside Nara.
“We have to strike him… together,” Kael growled, his voice rough with pain and fury.
Nara nodded, gripping his hand tightly. The bond between them pulsed violently. Her mother’s essence inside her flared, amplifying her power, pushing her limits. She could feel it—this was what she was born to do.
“We can do this,” she whispered. “I’m not afraid. Not with you.”
Kael
