Chapter 122: The Final Battle

As Alex stood on the battlefield, the weight of his losses bore down on him like a crushing force. The deaths of Yuki and his mother, Samantha, had cut him to the core, leaving a gaping wound in his heart. He knew that Lyra, Tommy, and Thrain could not face Shona alone—not against a god. The cold, unforgiving reality of what lay before them sent a chill through the air, mingling with the acrid scent of smoke and the faint metallic tang of blood that still lingered from the earlier skirmish.

The sky above was an ominous shade of gray, thick clouds swirling in a chaotic dance that reflected the turmoil in Alex's heart. The wind howled through the rocky plains, carrying with it the echoes of the fallen—an eerie reminder of those they had lost. The ground beneath them was littered with debris: shattered rocks, twisted metal, and the remnants of the undead army that had been decimated by Samantha's final act of defiance.