The siege dragged into its third day, and Shadowveil’s defenses were beginning to strain under the relentless pressure. Thorne’s army, though weakened by the poisoned bond, refused to retreat. They had brought siege engines — crude but effective battering rams reinforced with silver and dark artifacts — and launched coordinated night attacks that tested the rune barriers to their limits.
Liora stood on the central command tower with Riven, the blood moon still casting its ominous light. Her body ached from days of fighting and nights of passion, but the Eclipse Shadow Curse had never felt stronger. Shadows curled around her fingers instinctively, ready at a moment’s notice.
“They’re concentrating on the western pass,” Beta Draven reported, pointing to the glowing map. “Luciana is leading
