The city of Harlow trembled beneath the weight of William's fury. His scream of pain echoed through the cathedral, reverberating off the stone walls and sending a shiver through Stella's bones. The silver that Bryan had thrown at him continued to burn through his chest, causing the shadows around him to flicker and writhe. But even with the injury, William refused to fall.
As Stella pulled herself up from the stone floor, her muscles aching from the impact, she locked eyes with Bryan. His expression was hard, determined, but she could see the exhaustion weighing on him. They had been fighting for hours, battling William's dark army and the relentless tide of shadows he commanded.
But William was not finished.
