Chapter Title: The Champions of the Pantheon
Snow fell harder over Velkar.
The gray sky above the frozen valley thickened with heavy clouds while the wind carried long trails of ice crystals across the broken streets. The cold seemed sharper now, as if the land itself had sensed the coming battle.
Azrael stood near the outer wall of the city beside Ardyn and Lyra.
Below them the frozen plains stretched toward the northern ridge where six figures were slowly approaching through the snow.
Even from a distance their presence felt unnatural.
Each step they took seemed deliberate and calm, as if the biting cold meant nothing to them.
Lyra narrowed her eyes.
“They are not even trying to hide their power.”
Ardyn nodded.
“They want us to see them.”
Azrael studied the figures carefully.
