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“We just have to be ready when they fall.” My heart pounded harder as I moved forward, pushing through the chaos, my senses sharpening until everything felt too clear, too loud, too real. This was it. No more running. No more hiding. No more surviving one day at a time. This was where it ended. Or where it began. The gates finally gave way with a deafening crash, metal tearing apart under the force as the enemy flooded in like a wave, dark figures moving fast, controlled, deadly. Not rogues.

Just as he exited the palace gates, a guard rushed over with urgent news. "Sir, the enemy is at the gates!" Marcelo looked up at the sky. The inevitable had finally arrived.

I know that right now, only Southern Gates remains, the only issues with the southern gates were the Military base were there. Naturally, Bina put her most prospect Major there, Shauta Sutton, also with the dutiful Princess Angela With her, the situations might be in her favour. Still I am waiting for her to signal that she had the job done, but now there are still hasn't been any contact made left, not to me or Bina. The busiest Gate, is the Western Gates, not mostly because of the enemy, but due to those that were can’t hold themself back and wanting to harm the citizen. Annoying fact, but it is what it is, a made up army of Adventurer and Mercenary, such things are bound to happened, Than

I looked down to see glowing sigils blooming beneath my skin symbols I didn’t recognize, but that pulsed like blood through ancient veins. I fell to my knees, gasping. Far below, I heard the palace guards shouting. Not at me. At a figure approaching the gates. A figure wrapped in shadows. A figure who held a letter sealed with a blood-red crest. “Open the gates!” one of the guards yelled. “He carries a missive from Camden!” And just like that, the war became real.

Eventually the convoy began slowing as my attention immediately sharpened. Ahead, something emerged from the darkness, a massive iron gates hidden between towering stone walls that blended almost perfectly into the surrounding mountains. Several guards stood nearby. They were not as many but enough. Their posture told me everything, they were disciplined, experienced and most if all, alert. These weren’t ceremonial guards, these were people prepared to fight and prepared to die if necessary. The gates opened slowly, metal groaning against metal and our vehicles rolled forward. The moment we entered, I frowned because this wasn’t what I expected, not even remotely. After everything I had hear

“You really believe they’ll listen after storming the perimeter like that?” “I believe in the truth,” I said. “And we haven’t told them ours yet.” He didn’t argue. Just stood there as I moved forward toward the gates, hands raised in a universal gesture of nonviolence. The guards at the wall hesitated but obeyed my nod, slowly pulling open the outer doors just enough to reveal the faces beyond. And there they were.

Damien gave him a brief nod and looked towards Steven. Steven rolled his eyes, “Mine is basically the same, except that I am supposed to cover the East Gate. Seriously, how does this prove anything?” Damien ignored his attitude and looked at Glen at last, “How about you, Glen?” “…I was supposed to attack the North Gate,” Glen answered lowly. “Good.” Damien stood up, his eyes gleaming coldly. “So have you ever wondered why the rest of you received very little resistance from the West, East and South Gate of the Crimson Fort?”

At least i have scaled an hurdle. The two gates were built as against infiltration by the enemies. If the first gate was infiltrated, it would be easy to alert them using a bell which was hung up on the entrance. The enemies in this case were my people. "The werewolf hunters." I couldn't blame them. They had to ensure their safety. I walk faster. The distance between the first and second gate is still a bit far. When i get to the first gate, a guard stops me. "who are you?" He looks all over me like he suspects something.

His head tilted slightly, returning to papers. "Did anyone tell you? You're cruel," I said exasperatedly. He chuckled, "Yes, I heard it from the pretty mouth of my mate, just right now," "I'm not your mate. You're my enemy." I told him for the first time. He was terrifying me. I shouldn't forget that he was my enemy. His father killed my father. "I didn't kill your father, love. You must have heard the rumors about me, they are true." He said without lifting his gaze to me.

The staff had resumed immediately the news leaked, Chase coordinated while Zane settled. The message Roman sent… “I am coming for my wife, dead or alive.” It was calculated. Vile. A quiet war about to explode. Zane didn’t believe in waiting to be struck first. Not when it came to Alessia. He exhaled hard, jaw tight. When Chase appeared in the doorway, tense and pale, Zane didn’t look up. “Roman’s at the gate.” Zane’s head snapped up. “Now?” “He’s not on the list, but... Alessia said to let him in.”