The sky over the western lands changed color.
Clouds that were once gray were now filled with swirling silver-black energy flashes, like a storm vortex. The ground shook harder, as if the earth itself was trying to warn them of what was to come.
In the middle of the field, the Council Leader stood unhurried.
His hand was still slightly raised.
The energy he was gathering was not just an attack.
It was like a curse ready to destroy the entire region.
Aurelia felt it to her bones.
If that energy was released, it wouldn't just be their forces that would die. The entire western lands the village, the forest, and the wolves who didn't join the fight would vanish in a single explosion.
Darius stood in front of Aurelia.
His large Lycan body was covered in wounds, but his claws remained firmly planted in the ground.
"I won't let him touch you again," he growled.
Lucien stood to the left, his breathing heavy.
