The valley was alive with tension.
The violet mist of the fissure swirled like a storm as the corrupted wolves assembled, hundreds strong, their bodies pulsing with unstable fissure energy. The air itself seemed heavy, vibrating with anticipation.
From the cliffs above, Rovan, Lukas, Kaerin, and Aric watched silently.
“This is it,” Rovan said, voice low. “The first confrontation. The Fissure King leads them himself.”
Lukas’s crescent mark glimmered faintly, moonlight, starlight, and fissure energy swirling together. For the first time, he felt fully aware of the three forces inside him.
“I’m ready,” he said, though the tension in his voice betrayed the fear he felt.
Kaerin adjusted her stance, blade gleaming with tethered energy. “Ready or not, we face them together.”
Aric’s starfir
