The monsters surged again. The four clans raised their weapons. The sky darkened.
Two Zelthar stood side by side surrounded on all sides, without reinforcements, without retreat.
And deep within the castle, at that very same moment, a woman was wagering her life to give birth to something that might change everything.
The war outside was about annihilation.
The struggle inside was about survival.
And together, they would decide whether the name Zelthar ended today or was reborn.
The battle erupted without warning.
The first clash thundered like lightning striking the earth. Zelthar's aura detonated as Jay and the Grand Duke charged together two primordial forces crashing into a fused tide of soldiers and monsters. Blades, claws, magic, and fangs collided in a chaos that no longer had a front line.
Yet amid the uproar, something felt wrong.
