The conflict had reached a fever pitch, with every breath and strike filled with a sense of urgency that neither Avery nor Lucas had experienced before. The ground was covered with bodies, and the night air buzzed with an unusual force, thickening to the point that even the moonlight struggled to shine through. Avery charged forward, adrenaline propelling her as she fought alongside Lucas, her heart racing with each swing and step.
Then, as if the entire fabric of reality had been shattered, an uncanny silence fell over the battlefield. A freezing wind swept through the courtyard, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Lucas grasped her arm, steadying her as she stood up, her eyes widening at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding before them.
