Chapter 117 Siege Of Silverlight

• The sound of breaking wards was not thunder—it was screaming.
• Magic tore through the palace's protective dome like glass shattering underwater, each fracture sending psychic echoes that made Bobby's divine senses scream in sympathetic agony. A wave of corrupted energy rolled over the Crescent Kingdom, extinguishing torches and dimming stars until night itself seemed to bleed darkness. The air turned thick with smoke and something worse—fear that didn't belong entirely to those experiencing it.
• "Positions!" Gideon's command echoed across the hall, his voice carrying a calm that contradicted the chaos erupting around them. "Protect the queen at all costs! Silver Wolves to the eastern gates, palace guard to the western approaches!"