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"Go to Seven in one pack and get all the warriors there, make sure they come tonight. I won't tolerate any more killings from that monster, it's either he flees or he appears and faces death." "Should I call Princess Tahira?" He asked and I shot him a weird glare. "Are you crazy? Tahira doesn't even know her name, talk less of joining In a fight right now, Just get the men and don't breathe a word to her. She knows where to find me once she regains consciousness." I told him and he nodded. I walked down the dusty path that led to the river to have a warm bath.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

Tribiano’s warriors rallied behind him, their spirits lifted by his sudden resurgence. The enemy, realizing they had underestimated the pack’s resolve, tried to regroup, but it was too late. Alex was relentless, leading the charge to free the elders and push the invaders back. With a final, thunderous roar, Alex struck down the last of the enemy’s commanders, leaving the rest of them in disarray. The battle was over, and victory belonged to Tribiano.

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

His clenched fists finally relaxed, and he turned to the door before walking out. Everything Zach had depended on these past few days had finally collapsed, leaving nothing but ruins behind. Wade watched Zach leave, saying nothing other than hugging the urn even tighter. I looked at my hands. They were starting to fade at the edges. Wade's tears fell on the urn, and I could somehow feel the warmth. I floated to his ear and whispered, "Bury me under that tree by the door, Wade. I'll stay with you. So… Don't be sad anymore, okay?"

“I am not you.” The light surged. Ronan’s body disintegrated into ash under the Moon’s judgment. Just like that. The war ended with a breath. Silence spread through the forest like snowfall. Ezra collapsed. Jake caught her before she hit the ground. I shifted back with shaking hands and dropped to one knee from blood loss and exhaustion. The scent of death hung thick in the air. The surviving soldiers fled into the trees without orders. Their Alpha was gone. Their war was over.

Rowan stood like stone, staff dimming, his eyes unreadable. The war had stilled. The choice had been made. And the world waited to see what it meant. --- ⚔️ Chapter 30 is the final climax, harmonizing Lucien’s breaking point with the battlefield’s collapse. The storm shatters, but the ending is unresolved—Lucien is alive, but broken, and everything hangs on what comes next.

Amelia said, her countenance somewhat peaceful, despite having just survived a war, "we're alive, Noah is here. Let's take the victory we've won today. We can worry about them tomorrow." She reached out and took his hand. He sighed when she touched him, and laid his head on hers. "You're bleeding." He said, looking at her arm. "I'll heal. Some of the other warriors are worse, they need to be tended." He nodded slowly and pulled her close. "Then we will make sure they are tended. In any case, you're right. We're alive, Noah is safe. There is a victory today." When they returned home, the wounded soldiers were assigned to healers who tended them. Meanwhile Lucas reported over dinner that the k

“You… cannot… end… this…” I advanced, energy crackling around me, tethered to the warrior’s spirit, my bond with him making me unstoppable. “It’s over,” I said, voice firm. “Your games, your lies, your fortress—they end now.” The chamber went silent, save for the heavy breaths of the three of us. Dust settled, shadows dissolved, and Rowan slumped, powerless for the first time. I could feel my body trembling from exertion, but the warrior’s presence reassured me. We had done it—together.