POV: Mira
A tidal wave of shadows was descending… an army ten times larger than any we’d faced. And at its helm stood a person wrapped in darkness, face hidden.
Rosalie paled. “That’s not just a shadow spawn.” “No,” I whispered, heart racing.
“That’s the Shadow King.” He raised a sword wreathed in flame. And then… he smiled at me.
The air crackled like lightning in my lungs. I can’t move. I can’t think. All I can do is stare…at the towering army sweeping across the horizon like a living shadow, and the man leading it with calm destruction in his stride.
The Shadow King.
He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His presence alone drowns out the world. His sword, forged from what looks like solid night, hums with dark energy, the air around it warping and burning.
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