Chapter 125: The Elite Squad
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The war horns continued to echo across the Lycan Kingdom long after the sun had disappeared beyond the mountains.
Torches lit the streets as soldiers rushed to their positions. The once peaceful capital had transformed into a fortress preparing for war.
Inside the Royal Hall, King Alaric stood before a group of warriors.
They were not ordinary soldiers.
Each of them carried the mark of the Elite Fang, the kingdom’s most powerful fighters.
Only the strongest Lycans were chosen to join this unit.
Kael stood beside Aria as the warriors assembled.
Roran leaned against a pillar, quietly observing them.
Darius stood nearby, trying to look brave, though the seriousness of the situation was beginning to sink in.
King Alaric stepped forward.
“These warriors will accompany you on your mission.”
One by one, the elite fighters stepped into the light.
The first was a tall woman with long black hair tied into a warrior’s braid. Twin daggers rested at her hips.
“This is Lyra,” the king said.
“She is the fastest scout in the kingdom.”
Lyra gave a small nod.
Her sharp eyes studied Aria with curiosity.
Next stepped forward a massive warrior with broad shoulders and silver armor.
“This is Garrick,” King Alaric continued.
“He commands the Iron Fang Legion.”
Garrick crossed his arms respectfully.
“It will be an honor to fight beside the prince.”
Another figure emerged from the shadows.
He wore a dark cloak and carried a long spear that glowed faintly under the torchlight.
“This is Thorne,” the king said.
“Our most skilled shadow hunter.”
Thorne said nothing, only lowering his head slightly.
Darius leaned toward Kael and whispered.
“Why do I feel like I’m the weakest person in this room?”
Kael smirked slightly.
“You probably are.”
Darius sighed.
“Wonderful.”
King Alaric looked at the assembled group.
“You will travel east immediately.”
He pointed toward the large map spread across the table.
“The Blood Army has built their ritual camp here.”
Aria stepped closer to the map.
Even without touching it, she could feel the dark energy radiating from that location.
“The ritual circle,” she said quietly.
King Alaric nodded.
“If it is completed, the Blood Moon will empower their entire army.”
Roran frowned.
“That would make them nearly unstoppable.”
Kael looked around at the team.
“Our mission is simple.”
His voice grew firm.
“We reach the ritual circle before the Blood King completes it.”
Garrick tightened his grip on his sword.
“And if his army stands in the way?”
Kael’s golden eyes hardened.
“Then we fight our way through.”
Lyra smiled slightly.
“Now that sounds like a proper mission.”
Outside the hall, the massive gates of the capital slowly began to open.
The night wind rushed in, carrying the distant scent of smoke and storm.
Aria stepped forward toward the exit.
The crimson moon hung high above the sky.
Its dark light stretched across the land like a warning.
She could feel the Blood King’s power growing stronger with every passing moment.
Behind her, the elite squad prepared their weapons.
Kael moved to her side.
“Once we leave these gates…”
He paused.
“…there’s no turning back.”
Aria looked toward the eastern horizon.
“I know.”
Her silver eyes glowed softly.
“And neither will he.”
Far away on the plains, the ritual flames burned brighter.
The Blood King raised his hands toward the crimson moon as thousands of soldiers watched in silence.
The war had begun.
And both sides were now moving toward the same battlefield.
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