The battlefield had become a sea of silver and darkness.
The Moon Legion stood shoulder to shoulder with the united werewolf packs, their weapons raised against the endless Void Legion.
At the center of it all stood Nysera.
The Moon Crown floated above her head, its brilliant white flame illuminating the heavens.
The warning of the ancient Moon Queens still echoed in her mind.
“Do not kill the Devourer…”
”…or the universe itself will die with him.”
She lowered her Moon Blade.
“There has to be another way.”
King Orion nodded solemnly.
“There is.”
“But it has never been attempted.”
The Devourer laughed, his monstrous dragon form towering over the battlefield.
“You hesitate.”
“You cannot kill me.”
“You finally understand.”
He spread his enormous wings.
“I am not your enemy.”
