“Zion, half of the unprepared Sentinels have already been wiped out!” Tyler shouted from just a few meters away.
Zion and Arwen both froze, turning toward him with tense expressions.
The light from the Lunar Heart Stone dimmed slightly—for reasons neither of them could explain. Zion’s jaw tightened; unease flickered in his silver eyes.
“Arwen, stay here. Don’t go anywhere,” he commanded.
Arwen flinched at his tone. She knew that voice—determined, ready for war. She also knew nothing she said could stop him now.
“Protect the sacred grounds!”
Zion’s voice thundered through the hall as he descended the stone stairs toward the main courtyard. The night air stabbed his lungs, but his gaze remained sharp and unwavering.
Beta Tyler was already waiting at the gate, clad in light silver armo
