NARRATOR

The blizzard roared fiercely through the lightning bolts, and Aidan clenched his fist, shattering the tangled threads of the spell midair.

They burst into pieces, and with them, the man who dared to mimic a power that wasn’t his.

Hiding in the bushes nearby, the other vampire slapped a hand over his mouth, watching his partner fall apart like a frozen statue.

The scream of shock and pain was still carved into the frozen features of his face as it shattered to pieces across the grass.

Amid the chaos, Edgar slipped away from the battlefield to save his own skin—like the cowardly rat he’d always been.

His footsteps vanished into the same woods from where two massive lionesses were now charging forward, dragging a heavy chunk of ice.

Behind them, elite warriors of the beastmen followed their trail, dispatched by their king.

Zeraphina hadn’t been able to stop all of Hector’s preparations to support those traitorous sorcerers.

The moment Isabella was freed from the binding spell,