Cold wind swept through the valley that had been turned into a battlefield of destruction.
Dust, blood, and the scent of iron mingled in the air. But amidst the chaos, something else was also present.
Silence.
An eerie silence after Alpha Frostfang, Torvald's, decision echoed across the battlefield.
"Frostfang withdraws from this battle."
The words still hung heavy in the air.
The Frostfang wolves slowly stepped back a few paces. They were not fleeing, but they would not attack again.
Their choice was clear.
And that choice shook the balance of the war.
Kael Draven stood still in the middle of the battlefield.
His red aura still pulsed like an unquenchable flame, but something had changed in his face.
Anger.
He stared at Torvald like someone who had just been stabbed in the back.
"So you've chosen them."
Torvald stood tall, even though his body was also covered in wounds.
"I've chosen the future."
Kael let out a short laugh.
"Future?"
He pointed at Aurelia.
