The Edge Of The Truth

Denzal and Devonte barely had time to react as the blade came down with a force that shook the ground. They leapt apart, narrowly avoiding the strike. Alastor's eyes burned with hatred as he prepared for another attack.

Lycan Kings drew their own weapons. their movements fluid and synchronized. They circled Alastor, their golden and silver auras clashing against his dark presence.

"Whoever you were. This ends now,," Denzal said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions brewing inside him.

Devonte tightened his grip on his blade, his eyes narrowing. "You've betrayed everything this kingdom stands for. We'll make you pay for what you've done."

Alastor smirked, his confidence unshaken. "Fools," he sneered. "You think you can defeat me? I am the chosen of the Dark Lord. You are nothing but pawns in my grand design."