Chapter 65: Awakening of fire and storm
The winds howled like wolves through the valley, thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Cain stood at the head of their group, the celestial blade strapped to his back, his eyes scanning the hills ahead.
The war had begun.
Leo walked just behind him, his coat flapping in the wind, every breath releasing a silver mist of power. Eren cracked his knuckles, the ground beneath his feet already starting to vibrate with the promise of destruction.
Selene stood beside Cain, quiet, steady—until now, the calm in the storm.
But today, everything would change.
They were halfway across the bridge that connected the Sacred Ruins to the mountain's edge when the sky cracked open.
A figure descended from the clouds—one of the devil's first generals, cloaked in shadow and smoke, eyes like bleeding moons.
"Well, well," he hissed, his voice coiling around them like a serpent. "The bastard sons brought a little girl with them to war."
Cain didn't flinch. "She's worth more than your entire bloodline."
Selene's eyes widened slightly, cheeks warming. But she stood her ground.
The general raised a hand. Dozens of shadow beasts slithered out from the rocks, creatures made of smoke, bone, and fire. They hissed and charged as one.