The grand hall became a crucible of fire and shadow. Ionized bolts hissed through the damp air, scorching the ancient tapestries and turning centuries-old stone into jagged shrapnel.
Damien moved like an apex predator unchained, his massive obsidian form tearing through the Council’s front line with brutal, calculated efficiency.
He caught an enforcer mid-air, tossing him aside like a broken toy before lunging toward the next, his jaws snapping inches from his targets to force them into disarray.
Yet, the enforcers were relentless. They weren't standard mercenaries; they were fanatical zealots handpicked by the Elders, equipped with high-frequency dampening gear designed to slow an Alpha's regeneration.
A heavy energy charge struck Damien in the flank, sending a violent tremor throug
