Chapter 46
The skies above Krugo burned with black fire.
The city—the heart of Velmora—stood in defiance as twisted creatures from the rift descended. Voidlings flooded the streets in coordinated, monstrous waves. Their howls echoed through the steel and stone, warping sound, glass, and minds alike.
Kiro stood atop the war-battered walls, crimson blood rising like steam off his skin. Beside him, Pablo's aura was already flaring dark, Viora swirling in the form of obsidian threads.
Behind them, the city was chaos.
Militia and former El'Vertigo loyalists fought shoulder to shoulder, repurposed spire tech spitting arc-light and plasma. Tower cannons fired skyward, bringing down swarms, but they just kept coming. Children were being evacuated through underground tram lines, the elderly pushed into old bunkers left from the Empire's first occupation.
Then came the King.
The Void Monarch hovered above Krugo like an omen.
Ten meters tall. Horns like warped crescent moons. His presence bent the air. Shadows beneath him peeled away from reality, revealing otherworldly eyes. His voice echoed—not aloud, but inside every sentient mind.
"Let them scatter. This world is fractured... ripe for claiming."