The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
"The deep barriers are destabilizing. If we can't complete the unbinding in controlled conditions—"
"I'll clear the path," Torres interrupts, hefting his sword with grim determination. "Give me thirty seconds, then follow."
"Torres, no—"
But he's already moving, launching himself at the enemy forces with the kind of berserker fury that's kept palace guards alive for decades. His blade cuts through magical defenses with brutal efficiency, carving an opening in their formation.
"Now!" he roars, even as enemy spell-casters converge on his position.
I run for the secondary chamber, Elara cradled in my arms while our bond flares with shared determination. Behind us, I can hear Torres fighting wit