[Sah'Rumeh Village — Continuation]
The battlefield fell silent, not because the war had ended, not because the Ashkarath had stopped but because every living creature was staring at the two rulers standing amidst destruction.
The Shadow King's black fur was stained with blood. Zeramet's silver scales bore deep cracks,, yet neither stepped back, neither lowered their head, and neither surrendered.
The winds howled across the battlefield. Ashes drifted through the air, and then the Shadow King moved not forward, not toward Zeramet. Instead...his golden eyes shifted.
Past the Prime Alpha. Past the battlefield. Toward the village, toward the healer's hut, and toward something hidden within it.
Immediately... Zeramet's eyes narrowed, dangerous and deadly. The Shadow King noticed, and a faint realization appeared in his eyes.
