The valley fell into a tense silence. Ravenspire’s cliffs were scarred from battle, and the remnants of the Fissure King’s army lay scattered, retreating in disarray. The Moonmarked pack regrouped, breathing heavily, but their eyes were fixed on the figure that remained: the Fissure King himself.
Towering and fierce, violet fissure cracks racing across his body, he stepped forward, shaking the earth with each movement. His gaze locked on Lukas, silver-violet aura blazing.
“You have grown stronger, hybrid,” the King said, his voice a rumble of thunder and fury. “But this ends now.”
Rovan, Kaerin, and Aric flanked Lukas. “We hold the line,” Rovan said. “You face him, hybrid. Lead us to victory.”
Lukas’s eyes glimmered. “I am ready. This is the end of the war… or the end of us.”
The Duel
