Magnus Pov.
Next Day...
The car hummed softly beneath me as I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window at the endless stretch of road. The convoy behind me followed in close formation—dozens of cars filled with my allies, their weapons gleaming and ready. Everyone had been armed with silver blades, and the tension in the air was palpable. The morning sun cast an eerie glow, and I couldn't help but feel the promise of bloodshed looming over the horizon.
This war wouldn't be an ordinary skirmish; it was a calculated strike. Klaus had overstepped one too many times, and today, he would face the consequences. But as much as I craved to spill his blood myself, I had a different plan.
I glanced at Fergus, seated next to me, his face set with determination. Regan sat in the front seat, quietly going over the battle strategy one last time. Both men had been invaluable to me, their loyalty unwavering.
