Blood ran in rivers — but this time, it was the enemy's.
From every side, the Lycans surged forward, their battle cries tearing through the air as they fought with claw and fang.
One by one, the feral beasts fell.
When the last abomination died, the battlefield went still.
They had destroyed something that should never have existed.
Then the sky shifted.
A flash of silver cut through the clouds.
A large bird descended, circling slowly as it came down toward the camp.
Panic spread at once.
Thornak reacted on instinct, shouting as warriors rushed back toward the camp, forming ranks.
Lara knew it at once. It was the same kind of bird the Starborn King had ridden from the castle.
The creature circled one last time, then landed gently in front of her.
The camp erupted in movement. Some people fled into their tents, while others tensed, ready to strike.
The bird's claws clicked softly against the stone as it folded its wings and stood still.
