The Grand Duke forced himself to stand, his body shaking.
He knew.
He could no longer stop him. Not with commands. Not with strength.Not even with the same blood.
Jay had crossed the final line.
And if he continued down this path there would be no battlefield left. No clans. No monsters.
Only destruction.
Inside the castle, the scalpel was still moving against Liv's body. Outside, the most dangerous Zelthar had finally been unleashed.
Two lives hung by a single thread and the world, for the first time, truly stoodon the brink of the end.
The battle no longer had any rhythm.
There was no front line.No orderly ranks.Only chaos, forced to keep moving.
The sky above Zelthar Castle was darkened, choked with smoke, ash, and shattered magic that glittered like a rain of dying stars. The ground had become a field of wounds gaping cracks, blood-soaked craters, and remains no longer recognizable as either human or monster.
Yet within that devastation, one direction became clear.
