Chapter 106: The Clash of Two Pulses
The first wave of the Forsaken struck like a dark tide. They were no longer the brothers and sisters they once were; they were shells, fueled only by Malphas's necrotic energy. Silas roared, his transition into his Alpha wolf form more powerful than ever. His fur rippled with the golden light of the Dawn as he lunged, meeting the shadows head-on.
"Hold the line!" Silas's voice echoed in the minds of his warriors.
While Silas led the physical defense, Elara stood at the center of the Silver Covenant. Young Kael and the others were trembling, their silver barriers flickering under the pressure of the Dark Pulse. Malphas watched from a distance, his cold laughter twisting the air.
"Your light is a candle in a hurricane, little Omega," Malphas hissed, raising both hands. A massive orb of black energy formed above him, threatening to crush the Moon-Oak itself.
Elara knew she couldn't fight him with brute force. She closed her eyes, reaching deep into the earth, calling upon the 'Echo of Ancestors' she had discovered. "Don't just hold the shield," she whispered to the Omegas around her. "Let the pulse flow through you. We are the bridge!"
In a moment of pure synchronicity, the Silver Covenant's light shifted from individual shields into a single, blinding pillar of radiance. As Malphas launched his dark orb, the silver pillar met it mid-air. The collision shook the entire valley, a battle of pure wills.
For the first time, Malphas's smile faltered. He realized that these Omegas weren't just defending; they were beginning to push back. But as the light intensified, Silas noticed something—Malphas wasn't fighting alone. A second shadowy figure appeared behind the villain, one whose scent Silas recognized from a time he thought was long buried.