The world seemed to slow to an agonizing, terrifying crawl.
The toxic, bruised clouds swirling above the Shattered Shores were instantly illuminated by a catastrophic, blinding purple light radiating from deep within Thalakor’s massive chest. The Leviathan’s iridescent scales began to vibrate violently, emitting a high-pitched, mechanical whine that made the ears of every Lycan warrior on the battlefield bleed.
He was not just dying; he was weaponizing his own death. A deep-sea titan heavily saturated with thousands of years of ancient magic was overloading his core. It was the equivalent of a magical nuclear bomb, and King Valerius was falling directly into ground zero.
"VALERIUS!" Elara screamed, her voice tearing through the deafening hum of the building explosion.
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