Chapter 76: A Shadow with a Smile

Back on the edge of the battlefield, Gerald watched the battle unfold, his blade still slick with ichor. Every instinct told him to stay back—to survive.

But another voice whispered louder.

"Prove yourself."

Gritting his teeth, Gerald stepped forward, determination flaring in his chest.

"I'm not done yet."

As the battle for Blackthorn raged on, the boy who had once been nothing more than a bystander was ready to carve his place into history.

The battle for Blackthorn raged on, but the ground beneath them felt unstable—as if the city itself feared what was coming next.

Gerald wiped the blood from his blade, his breath ragged and sharp as he watched the chaos around him. The Exiled Legions weren't just fighting—they were surviving, every movement calculated with ruthless efficiency.