The crimson gate continued to widen.
One by one…
Ancient warriors emerged.
Their armor bore the crests of kingdoms long erased from history.
Some carried silver blades.
Others wielded black spears forged from shadow.
Their glowing eyes held no life.
They marched in perfect silence.
The ground trembled beneath countless footsteps.
Kael’s face paled.
“There are… too many.”
Cassian tightened his grip on his flaming sword.
“Thousands?”
King Orion shook his head.
“No.”
“There are millions.”
“They are every Alpha…”
“…every Moon Guardian…”
“…every Shadow King who has ever died.”
Lucien swallowed hard.
“How do we fight an army that has already died?”
The Creator watched without emotion.
“I preserved every soul.”
“They were waiting.”
“Waiting for this final war.”
The endles
