Chapter 1807: The Tempest’s Vow

Dark clouds churned over the scarred horizon as the heirs prepared for the onslaught foretold by the storm. The battered city lay beneath them, its ruined spires and crumbling walls silently bearing witness to past tragedies. Now, amid the turbulent skies and the gathering winds, a new chapter of conflict and hope was about to be written.

Liam stood atop the ramparts of the Sanctum, his gaze fixed on the distant silhouettes of enemy battalions emerging from the ash-laden fog. The Emberheart, still pulsating with the newly intertwined magic of the Source and ancient relics, rested against his chest like the steady heartbeat of a living promise. The memory of the spectral encounters and whispered prophecies burned in his mind as a rallying cry. "Tonight, we do not merely face an enemy—we confront our very nature," he murmured, his voice resolute.