The battlefield had been cleared of most monsters, their bodies dissolved into shadows as Kaelthorn’s swamp retreated. But the air still pulsed with a dark, suffocating energy.
Zayn and May stood at the heart of the corrupted forest, facing Kaelthorn. The ground beneath them was scorched, the air thick with malice.
Kaelthorn’s eyes burned like molten coal. “So… the child of the bloodline awakens. And you, the heart of the realm, dare stand before me. Together?”
May lifted her blade, determination blazing. “We’re not afraid of you. Not anymore.”
Zayn’s shadow swirled around him, forming a protective aura. “This ends today, Kaelthorn. No more manipulation. No more death. We will stop you… now.”
Kaelthorn laughed, the sound chilling the air. “You think you can stop me? I’ve waited centur
