"The Devil King and his army are on their way here!"
"Where are they right now?"
"They are in the Valley of Death."
"Who is with the Devil?"
"It's the hunters, the vampires, and his demons alphas."
"Zhen! Hedeon! Prepare your men. Sebastian, take Team A with us and have Team B protect the palace!"
"I'll go prepare my men as well. See you at the Valley of Death," Dereus said.
"I'll inform the witches. See you there," Zela added.
Claus then went to the room where Celea still lay unconscious. He stood there for a long moment, staring at her unmoving form.
"I'll be back before you wake up," he whispered. "After this war ends, you won't be able to escape from me, Celea. I won't let you."
He kissed her forehead and left the room.
Celea's Vision
"Hello, Celea."
"You…?"
"Are you—are you the famous Easter Bunny?" Celea asked dryly.
"You really did inherit that sarcastic side from me."
"Why did you bring me here, Easter Bunny?"
"Am I not allowed to see my daughter?"
"I don't remember winning the lottery for you to come see me."
"Oh please, Celea. I came here to show you something."
"And what exactly do you want to show me?"
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
Suddenly, the image before her began to move like a living vision.
"ATTACK!"
"AAAHHHH!"
SWING—SWING!
RRROOOARR!
The war had already begun. Lycans, witches, and dragons were fighting against the Devil's army.
Celea frowned.
"Oh my, don't frown just yet. You haven't seen the best part."
Another image began to play.
"What do you mean Celea is fighting a war?"
"Bring us there immediately!"
It was her troublemakers—they were about to join the war.
"No…"
"Oh yes," the voice taunted. "They are all going to die, Celea. And you won't be there to save them—just like you couldn't save your father back then."
Celea's eyes snapped open.
She was breathing heavily, a sharp pain burning in her neck.
"Damn you, lycan…"
She lifted her head, her expression hardening.
"No one is going to die. Not on my watch."
Celea stormed out of the room.
"Luna!"
"You can't go outside—it's dangerous!"
She shoved him away with her powers, sending him flying several meters back.
Celea rushed to a massive painting nearby and tore it from the wall. Hidden behind it were two swords—ones she had hidden long ago, along with others scattered throughout the palace for moments like this.
"Ah!"
A sharp pain tore through her back.
"What now…?"
She reached behind her and felt something wet.
"Blood…"
She didn't understand what was happening—but she couldn't stop now. Too many people needed her protection.
Clutching the swords, Celea ran outside, searching for a witch to teleport her to the battlefield.
"There..."
"Andrea!"
The witch turned sharply toward her.
"Commander!"
"Oh my God, you're bleeding!"
"That's not important. Hurry—teleport me to the battlefield."
Andrea hesitated. Celea was pale, bleeding, and still wearing a nightgown—but she knew better than to argue.
In a flash, they arrived.
"Andrea, go back."
"I can't leave you like this!"
"I wasn't asking. That's an order."
Andrea froze. She had never seen those eyes before—or heard that tone. It was as if Celea were an entirely different person.
"…Yes, Commander."
Andrea vanished.
Celea inhaled deeply, her expression colder than ever before.
She had only one thought left.
Kill.
With the speed of thunder, Celea launched herself into battle. In mere seconds, she had already killed a hundred enemies, her swords moving as if they were extensions of her own arms.
"Who is that?!"
"Wow… incredible."
The soldiers stared in awe.
"COMMANDER—OH MY GOD, THAT'S OUR COMMANDER!" Chris shouted.
Deon followed their gaze—and his face drained of color.
"I'm so glad she's not my enemy," he said, shaken by her monstrous strength.
Everyone watching felt the same: admiration mixed with relief that she fought on their side.
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"What? Celea is here?!" Claus shouted after receiving the message through his beta mind link.
Dereus, Zela, and Zhen heard him as well.
"Where is she?" Dereus demanded.
"Alpha! Look up—it's Luna!"
They turned.
And what they saw left them speechless.
It was Celea—dressed in a black nightgown, wielding two swords as if they were part of her body. She was drenched in blood, her face completely emotionless, moving with inhuman speed.
Terrifying.
None of them had ever seen that side of her before.