Chapter 64 – Blood of the Ancients The catacombs pulsed with the undead's fury. Rusty blades clashed against enchanted steel. Dust erupted with every impact. Bones shattered. Magic crackled like thunder in the cold, stale air. Seraphina stood at the heart of it all—her phoenix aura blazing, casting golden light through the suffocating dark. The Seer had summoned an army of the dead, but Seraphina’s fire refused to be dimmed. “Lucien, to your left!” she shouted. Lucien, already mid-shift, lunged as a skeletal warrior swung a jagged blade at him. His massive black wolf collided with the figure, breaking it apart like twigs under his paws. Kael moved with blazing speed, his fire sword slashing through another wave. The flames ignited the brittle remains, turning them to dust before they

