Sasha’s POV
The night bled red as if the sky itself had been torn open.
Smoke coiled across the stars, blotting them out one by one like candles extinguished by war. Screams laced the wind. Shadows surged beneath the forest’s edge, their movements jagged and unnatural, like puppets pulled by invisible strings of violence and vengeance.
War had come.
The treeline erupted in fire—an inferno so bright it seared the edges of the world. The flames reached like the hands of a dying god, clawing upward in agony. From within them, the Hollow King’s army poured forth: grotesque silhouettes stitched from nightmare and ruin. Some walked, some crawled, some flew—but none moved like living things. Their bodies twisted unnaturally, limbs jutting at angles that defied creation, eyes glowing ember-re
