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Upon witnessing Lachlan’s death, his men were horrified. They knew about Lachlan’s strength —the Sage Rank’s Twentieth Stage. Yet he was annihilated with such ease. Looking at these black-robed men, James said coldly, “Do you wish to continue the battle?” The black-robed men shivered in fear as they staggered backward. “Drop your weapons and you’ll be spared!” James said. Clank! One of them tossed his sword to the ground. Then, another one followed suit. Soon, everyone had thrown their swords to the ground.

Her eyes glowed with a fierce determination as she unleashed a powerful wave of lunar energy towards Baratheon. Caught off guard by Rey's unexpected attack, Baratheon staggered back, momentarily disoriented. It was the opening Rey needed. She seized the opportunity and pressed her advantage, launching a relentless assault fueled by her newfound power. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baratheon swiftly recovered, retaliating with a devastating counterattack. Rey's defenses crumbled under his onslaught, and with a single strike, he sent her crashing to the ground. Rey lay there, gasping for breath, her body battered and bruised as Orion was quickly dispatched. Baratheon towered above h

The Black Mamba has always thrived in the face of adversity, and tonight, he will not go down without a fight. With a snarl of rage, Cortis charges towards Wilson, his body a blur of motion as he cuts through the battlefield. His warriors, inspired by their leader's defiance, rally to him, launching a desperate counterattack that momentarily halts the Redbone advance. But it is too little, too late. The Hydra Pack's fate is sealed, and all that remains is the final confrontation.

The darkest days are always before the morning. The early rain is a sign of dismay. The howling of evil birds filled our creeks on that specific dawn, howling the sound of tragedy innovating an evil omen. We had expected this day, prepared for the way to total decimation, imagined this apocalypto. The early rain fell heavily in our community sending chills into our veins. The splatter of the rain rhymed to the loud cohorts of gunshots. He watched as soldiers tore into our homes, shooting and killing every living creature.

As Samuel rushed in again, the jade sword attacked wildly with fire. Along the way, he was almost invincible. As the black smoke rose, countless corpses fell to the ground. Even though the men in black were as dense as ants, Samuel was still able to kill his way out. The leader of the men in black watched the situation on the battlefield coldly. Even if it was difficult to stop Samuel now, even if Samuel already knew how to kill the men in black, the man in black was still not worried.

Then stills. When I drop him, he’s already dead. For a heartbeat, the battlefield pauses. Ashgrave wolves stare, shock splintering through their ranks. Their Alpha, fallen. Redmaw’s, too. Two leaders lying in the dirt, their blood turning the snow almost black. Ashgrave scatters first, the shock of seeing Derren’s body enough to gut their spine. Redmaw follows when Jace signals the line forward and Blackthorn presses with vicious efficiency. The trenches swallow stragglers, Hazel’s arrows mark throats, Mara’s knives flash like punctuation in the chaos.

The room grew darker and his energy surged. Without warning, the doors behind us burst open, and soldiers from the G.H.C. They were heavily armed in their robots suits as they took positions beside the Prime Order. I realized then that this had been the plan all along—an effort between the Prime Order and the G.H.C soldiers to take down Blackthorn. The battle that followed was chaotic. Shadows clashed with energy blasts, fists met steel, and the sound of fights filled the room. Phantom was everywhere at once, dodging Damon’s attacks.The rest of the Prime Order were engaged in their own fights, holding back Damon’s shadow creatures.

The others around us looked no less anxious. “Do you want us to save them?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please tell me you have called us here so we can save them. You know where they are, right?” Aelius never answered. “The Battle of Baelor,” he pronounced, raising his head again. “The war between the two Baelors, the war no species will be spared from…is closer than I thought.” He looked over his shoulder at the back of the cave. “There is much I have to explain to you all…but it is better done inside Bloodstone Haven.”

But doubt persisted in every nook. When the attack came, it was harsh and relentless. Blackthorn’s soldiers pushed forward, a tidal wave of darkness and violence. We met them with everything we had, steel slamming against steel, magic flashing in blasts of light and flame. The air was thick with the aroma of blood and smoke, the cries of the injured blending with the roars of war. I fought at Ava’s side, our movements in perfect unison. We had no time to ponder, no time to do anything but survive. But even in the tumult, I could feel the traitor’s presence—a shadow hovering just out of grasp.

The clash of steel and the snarl of wolves filled the valley, a deafening symphony of war that shook the ground beneath their feet. Aria fought at the front, her blade a streak of silver as she cut through Kieran’s advancing wolves. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and churned earth. All around her, the warriors of Moonfall and Blackwood collided with Kieran’s forces, their howls reverberating through the cliffs like the echoes of ancient gods.