The battlefield screamed.
The tremors came first—violent, unforgiving, and endless. The earth cracked beneath soldiers’ feet, swallowing entire battle formations in seconds. Once thick with storm clouds and fire, the sky split apart with a thunderous roar, revealing something vast and incomprehensible beyond the world's veil.
Then came the surge of raw, uncontrollable magic.
A force so old, so deep, that even the stars trembled.
The Leviathan Core was awakening.
Seraphina stood at the heart of the chaos, her golden wings outstretched, watching the world come undone around her. She felt the rippling fear that spread across the battlefield—not from the Fulcrum, not from her, Vaelith, or Azrael—but from the mortals and supernatural beings who had never before stood in the presence of suc
