The portal widened.
And widened.
And widened.
Until it stretched across half the sky.
The air became heavy.
Cold.
Ancient.
From within the golden rift emerged thousands of figures.
They wore armor unlike anything I had ever seen—black metal etched with fading gold symbols that glowed faintly in the darkness. Some carried massive spears. Others wielded swords larger than a man.
None of them had faces.
Only darkness beneath their helmets.
The entire kingdom fell silent.
Then the Moon Beast whispered:
The Lost Legion.
Fear rippled through the room.
Mira gripped her daggers tighter.
“No…”
The Shadow King’s face hardened.
“I thought they were destroyed.”
The First King’s laughter echoed across the heavens.
“Nothing that belongs to me is ever truly destroyed.”
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