The Hybrid lunges.
It is pure destruction—fast, merciless, ripping through Goldencrest's forces like they are nothing.
Warriors are thrown aside like ragdolls, their screams swallowed by the chaos of battle.
The tide turns against us.
Smoke thickens in the air, a suffocating, blinding force. Fire spreads wildly, consuming everything in its path, turning the battlefield into a burning graveyard.
Aries is relentless.
He dodges, rips, and slashes, his massive silver body moving like a phantom in the haze. But no matter how many rogues he cuts down, more come.
And then—
King Damon moves.
"Aries! Stop him!" I scream in his head.
But it's too late.
The king charges the Hybrid.
His sword sings through the air, slicing across the beast's thick hide. It howls but does not falter.
Instead, it turns on him, its claws swiping with deadly precision.
Aries snarls, surging forward—
Too late.