The battle had shifted in our favor, but it was far from over.
Silverclaw’s warriors were falling, their once-organized assault unraveling into desperate survival tactics. Some tried to flee, only to be brought down by Bloodmoon wolves determined to end this war tonight. Others fought harder, driven by loyalty or fear, refusing to surrender even as they were pushed back.
But none of it mattered now.
Because at the center of it all, Kane had Darius in his sights.
The two clashed like titans, rolling through blood-soaked earth, snapping at each other with lethal precision. Kane was stronger, but Darius was ruthless, fighting with the desperation of a man who knew he was losing everything.
I kept my distance, watching as they fought. Every instinct in me screamed to intervene, to ensure
