The battlefield was a fractured picture of blood and ruin, the once-proud lands of the Bloodburn Kingdom now little more than a desolate warzone.
Drakar's knees dug into the dirt, his breath coming in labored gasps as Luna's fingers clenched his neck with an unrelenting grip. His mind spun, struggling to reconcile the impossibility standing before him.
"I-Impossible..." Drakar rasped, his voice trembling as his wide eyes fixed on Lupus, unable to believe what he just heard, "Your son died... and if I remember right, none of his children had the potential to become your heir."
But on second thought, it made sense considering how ridiculously strong she was.
Lupus stepped forward, his tall, commanding presence dwarfing even the gathering draconians.