THE FINAL RECKONING
The fragment pulsed violently, molten silver and shadow writhing around them like a living storm. Lykos and Aria hovered above the heart of the abyss, their hands locked, silver light blazing, yet every pulse of the fragment screamed one undeniable truth: a choice must be made.
“Alpha… mate… essence must yield… or all… will be unmade…” The abyss’s voice rumbled through the void, shaking the very foundations of reality. Its molten gold eyes burned into them, coiling tendrils of shadow probing for weakness.
Lykos’s heart hammered. Every instinct screamed danger. Every memory of surrender, trials, and battles fought pulsed through his veins. He could feel the fragment calling for a life—one essence to anchor it, one to be consumed.
Aria’s silver aura flared around them
