shield. Cornered between ravenous beasts and relentless pursuers, he was trapped in an inescapable death trap.
For a long while, Kaisel fought with all his strength. His mind was fixed on Scara, on Amelya and the young child hidden deep within the royal palace. The secret they guarded was a blade hanging over their heads. If exposed, all three would perish without mercy. Crossing the strait was his only choice to save the ones he loved. Yet as he struggled against the endless assault, the sounds of distant battle drifted across the sea.
He could hear the clatter of armor, the shouts of warriors, and the furious roars of demon soldiers. Murok the dragon lord had led his hellish army across the sky, bypassing the sea blockade entirely. The allied forces on the wilderness were caught off guard, fighting on two fronts. The line of defense was crumbling day by day.
Images flashed through his mind: Dylan holding the Holy Sword high, standing alone to lead the remaining m
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