The capital was tense. Scouts reported an enormous swarm of monsters advancing through the forests, far beyond anything the Realm had seen before. C-rank and B-rank creatures surged together, and a few elite A-ranks were leading the wave, their eyes glowing crimson.
Zayn, May, and the rest of the Old Five convened quickly.
“They’re heading for the capital,” Ze said, eyes narrowing. “And they’re organized. More so than usual.
May tightened her fists. “How many are we talking about?”
Xander’s flames flickered, reflecting the flicker of tension in the room. “Too many to fight casually. They’re moving as one unit, like a swarm… and they’re smart. Too smart to just be random monsters.”
Zayn’s shadows flickered along his arms. “Then we handle it like we always do. Position everyone. Hold the gates. Protect the capital. No mistakes.”
Unseen by the Old Five, deep in the Monster King’s kingdom, the unknown loyalist moved silently. Cloaked in shadow, he carried a small vial that pulsed with ominous red liquid. He knelt before the bound Monster King and whispered, “Soon… he will fall. And Kaelthorn will rise.”
The Monster King’s voice echoed faintly in his mind, a chilling resonance: “Do what must be done. The bloodline is mine to claim.”
The loyalist smiled faintly. “It will be done.”
Back in the capital, no one suspected. Scouts warned only of the approaching monsters. Soldiers prepared defenses; the Old Five coordinated their strategy.
Zayn was assigned positions: “May, Ze — hold the gates. Xander, K — defend the flanks. Nothing gets past us.”
May glanced at him. “Be careful, Zayn.”
“I always am,” he replied, shadows coiling around him like living armor.
Outside, the monster swarm pressed closer, filling the forest and approaching the castle walls. Their claws dug into the ground, their eyes glowing with Kaelthorn’s corrupting influence.
May and Ze braced themselves, ready for battle, while the loyalists watched from afar, silent, patient, and unseen.
No one knew the real danger yet: the swarm was only the beginning. When the loyalists moved, only then would the Old Five realize that Zayn’s life itself had been targeted.
The siege was coming — and it would test them in ways they hadn’t imagined.