Not a sound could be heard for a second that felt like an eternity.
Golden light and red aura clashed in the middle of the valley, then exploded into a vortex of energy that swept through the air like a storm born from the heart of the earth.
The ground cracked.
Large stones were lifted from the earth and then shattered into dust.
The wind swirled so fiercely that many wolves had to bow their heads to avoid being blown away.
In the middle of it all stood two figures.
Kael Draven.
And Aurelia.
Kael's body was slightly hunched forward, his claws still extended, his red aura thrashing wildly like a fire that had almost lost control.
Meanwhile Aurelia stood with both hands raised, golden light radiating from her body like a sun born in the middle of the night.
The two forces pressed against each other.
Neither retreated.
Neither won.
Yet everyone in the valley could feel one thing.
This battle had reached its final point.
Lucien was the first to move.
