A shiver ran through the air, charged with an energy neither the Guardians nor the loyal Demon Kings had ever felt before. On the horizon, the golden and silver flashes of the Divine Army shone brightly, signaling that the Divine Realm was not here for negotiation but for the outright possession of Ashen.
Kaelen felt his chest tighten. Even the most seasoned demons stood on edge, watching for the slightest movement.
Ryo, standing still, let his golden eyes scan the glittering figures approaching. His voice, firm and sharp, cut through the tense atmosphere:
> "Listen well. Ashen is not a kingdom to be claimed by decree or threat. This land is defended by its Guardians, its servants, and all who have chosen to stand with us. We will yield nothing. Whoever dares cross this line will pay the price."
The Divine Army paused for a moment, measuring Ryo's unyielding resolve and the impressive unity of his allies. Their brilliance remained, but now it faced an unshakable will.
Tavric, standing beside Ryo, tightened his grip on his spear, ready to react to any sudden attack. Azrakel and Morvath exchanged a silent glance, aware that diplomacy was no longer an option. The Divine Realm wanted Ashen—and there would be no compromise.
Kaelen whispered to Ryo:
> "My lord… there is no peaceful way out. Ashen must prepare for war."
Ryo nodded slowly, his golden eyes blazing with authority and determination:
> "So be it. Every Guardian, every servant, every ally, prepare yourselves. Ashen will hold, and anyone who dares threaten this kingdom will learn the strength that defends it."
The flashes of the Divine Army in the sky transformed the horizon into a moving field of light and shadow. The threat was palpable, each gust of wind heralding that the decisive confrontation was imminent. Ashen, the kingdom of dragons, was about to prove that its loyalty and strength could defy even celestial powers.