Chapter 43: New Threat

Chapter 11: A New Threat Rises

The battlefield was eerily silent. The lifeless husks of the undead army littered the ground, their twisted forms crumbling into dust with each passing moment. The air, once thick with the metallic scent of blood and the stench of decay, now carried only the heavy weight of exhaustion.

Azrael wiped the sweat and grime from his forehead, breathing heavily. His body screamed in protest, his wound throbbing, but he forced himself to stay on his feet.

Selene crouched beside him, her hands still hovering over his injury, dark energy swirling faintly around her fingertips. "You shouldn't move yet," she scolded, worry evident in her eyes.

Azrael gave her a tired smirk. "I'll rest when I'm dead."

Lyra scoffed, flicking a broken bone aside with her boot. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, that won't be too far off."