The battlefield trembled beneath the relentless advance of Kaelthorn’s swamp of monsters. B and C ranks surged forward, the A ranks leading the charge like living siege engines.
May’s blade cut through the creatures with deadly precision, Ze and Xander flanking her, Lythera and Theron coordinating the realm soldiers’ attacks.
But even as they fought, the shadow lingering over the field—Kaelthorn himself—was unmistakable. Every strike from the monsters seemed faster, smarter, more coordinated.
Then a ripple ran through the battlefield.
The air shifted. The shadows that clung to Kaelthorn twisted and flared, but now they seemed to pause, like sensing something… else.
May’s eyes narrowed. “Do you feel that?” she shouted.
Ze’s hand went to his sword. “Something’s coming. Something strong
