Chapter 44: The Storm of Shadows
The world felt as if it were crumbling. The earth groaned beneath their feet, and the very air seemed to shimmer with an unnatural energy. The Firstborn’s power was unlike anything Dante had ever felt before—a primal force that resonated deep in his bones.
His thoughts raced as his pack rallied around him, positioning themselves to form a defensive perimeter, their eyes locked on the approaching shadows. Each one of them knew what was at stake. This wasn’t just a battle for survival; this was the final fight—the one that would determine whether the world would fall into darkness, or whether there was a chance for redemption.
But even as they braced for impact, Dante could feel the weight of impending doom. The Firstborn was no mere foe. She wasn’t just
