Katrina?

The battlefield had barely settled.

The scent of blood still lingered, the fires still burned, and the echoes of war had yet to fade. The Dwarves and Elves stood amidst the ruins of their armies, their faces filled with exhaustion and disbelief.

They had suffered an overwhelming defeat at the hands of the Shadow King's five-million-strong Kobold army.

Yet, in less than an hour, the White Tiger Army had turned the tides completely.

The impossible had happened.

Jack knew the Elves and Dwarves should have been celebrating, but instead, a thick tension loomed in the air.

And it all stemmed from one thing—

Raizen, the White Tiger King, wanted to take Jack alone.

The Elven Queen, still catching her breath from battle, stepped forward.

"You can't just take him!" Her emerald eyes burned with defiance. "Jack is part of our alliance. We fought together, bled together—"

Raizen raised a hand.