The battlefield fractured, split into two storms of violence.
Ezra and Marcus clashed in the heart of the chaos, two kings locked in a final struggle for the throne. Their golden eyes burned with the fire of their lineage, their blades striking with the weight of everything they had lost.
And just beyond them, in the space where war had unraveled the world, Caroline faced Zenia.
The moment Zenia attacked, Caroline moved.
The shadows surged toward her—black tendrils slithering across the air, aiming for her throat, her heart, her soul. Caroline twisted, dodging the first strike, slicing through the second with her blade. But the darkness did not retreat. It was alive, seething with raw power, curling around Zenia like an extension of her body.
"You don’t want to do this." Caroline’s vo
