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They had never run so hard while dragging something that heavy.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, damn it, they’re right behind us!” one of them shouted, glancing over her shoulder.

Both lionesses, hidden at the edge of the battlefield, were nervous, anxious…

If this magic fell into the hands of a sorcerer, all of Queen Zeraphina’s efforts would be for nothing.

Before making any rash decision, they sensed a presence behind them.

They turned, growling, thinking maybe their own people had caught up to them—or worse, a warlock. But no, it was someone unexpected.

“A Drakmor?”

“That’s the Drakmor Alpha! He’s Aidan’s friend!” the other said, recognizing the giant emerging from the shadows.

Ignacio’s skin was covered in deep wounds.

More than flesh, that fight had ripped pieces from his soul.

In the end, his daughter’s madness had won out. She had caused her own death, even after Ignacio had given her a chance to live.

Despite the pain, the Drakmor Alpha had come to fulfill the promises