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It was almost like she had been expecting her, like the air itself had whispered that trouble was already waiting. The war was no longer just a whisper, it was moving, breathing, preparing to strike. And now, the armies are finally ready, they are just waiting for Myrrak command. Not ordinary armies made of flesh and blood, no. These were something far worse. They were soldiers made from old bones and cursed clay, stitched together with dark spells and bound by rage. They didn’t walk, they marched without sound, without mercy. And thanks to the blood of those newborn wolves, the last gift from Tafi’s late daughter, a bloodforger who had paid the ultimate price, the warriors had become nearly

“Since when do you sound like an Alpha?” “Since today,” I snapped. We laid her down near the healers, but the moment they touched her, they recoiled. “It’s in her blood,” one whispered. “It’s spreading.” I looked around. A warrior clutching his neck and another staring at glowing veins on his hands. Faint, but unmistakable. The shadows weren’t just Darius’s army. They were a plague. I stared toward the unseen horizon where the Dead Lands waited and felt dread coil in my gut.

The moment the Blood Moon reached its peak, the battlefield erupted in chaos. The enemy forces charged, their howls merging into a single, deafening roar that sent shivers down Eve’s spine. The Silverclaws, despite being outnumbered, stood their ground, their eyes glowing with the determination to protect their home. Eve stood at the front lines, her heart pounding. This was it—the war that had been brewing since the moment she set foot in Black Hollow. As the first wave of warriors clashed, steel met flesh, claws tore through armor, and the scent of blood filled the air.

It almost look like he is going to rip the hell out of him. “My lord!” Worries exhibits on her voice. Hodor almost fell on his knees right after his vision ended. With few deep breaths he heaved, Hodor is able to stand on his feet. Nevertheless, he cannot compose himself. Sweats are forming on his temples; some sweats forming on his face had convened then gravity pulled it down. “What is it, my lord? It seemed horrible. I had never seen you like that in ages.” “Indeed, Vamoire. It's horrible. I saw a bloodbath. A war between the three races. Everyone is fighting for their life.” His voice is icy, but calm.

The fear, the pain, the desperate courage of warriors fighting something beyond normal comprehension. "What's happening up there?" a young mother asked, clutching her toddler. "Our pack is fighting," Aria said, trying to project calm she didn't feel. "They'll protect us." Through Dante's bond, she felt his rage and fear as he engaged the enemy. The Bloodborn were everything the refugees had described and worse. Stronger, faster, seemingly immune to pain. Their red eyes glowed with unnatural light, and their claws tore through regular wolves like paper. Stay safe, Dante's voice touched her mind. I love you.

Julian emerges first—pale, elegant in tailored black, fangs gleaming, eyes crimson with hunger. Behind him, the vampire army—hundreds strong, capes billowing though no wind blows, shadows clinging like living cloaks. Some old—Victorian elegance. Some new—modern tactical gear over immortal skin. All deadly. **Julian (bowing slight, voice smooth as silk, smile sharp):** “Storm Queen. Your call echoes in every vein of the night. The Bathory Covenant answers. The horde is yours.” The battle ignites. Swarm charges—tendrils whipping, beasts leaping in waves, gravity pockets warping bullets mid-flight.

The first arrow of the war flew through the air. And the battle for the Blood Alpha had finally begun.

His armor was ancient, stolen from the tombs of old kings, and his face hidden behind a mask of jagged obsidian. He raised a hand. And the battlefield roared to life. The Day of War – Light and Flame Against the Darkness The skies over Xaerath roared. Black clouds gathered like beasts above the valley, pulsing with corrupted magic. Lightning crackled red through the heavens as if the stars themselves were holding their breath.