Wolf howls echoed between the canyon cliffs like a storm calling forth the night.
The air trembled with two clashing forces golden light flowing from the earth, and a crimson aura raging like hellfire.
At the heart of this energy vortex stood two figures.
Aurelia.
And Kael Draven.
No more great distance lay between them.
No more words.
Only a decision that would determine the fate of the wolf world.
Kael moved first.
His steps were heavy, yet each footfall cracked the ground beneath him.
The crimson aura around his body grew denser, almost like armor forged from pure energy.
Lucien felt the pressure at once.
He stood at Aurelia's side, his sword raised.
"He's gathering everything for a single strike."
Cassian smirked faintly from the shadows behind them.
"If he fails, his body will tear itself apart."
Darius rolled his stiff shoulders.
"If he succeeds…"
Alaric finished the sentence calmly.
"…we die."
Aurelia stared at Kael without blinking.
She did not move.
