Chapter 1189 Still Standing Strong

• At the sound of her promise, the haze in Aiden's eyes dissolved. Bit by bit, the familiar steel returned, sunlight piercing a storm-torn sky.
• Angelina cupped his cheek with a hand still trembling from fear, her thumb brushing away the battlefield grime. "Let's go home," she whispered, eyes shining with stubborn hope. "The rest of the world can sort itself out."
• A Rayne Clan general barked a laugh, the sound rasping against the rain-laden air. "Leaving? Not that simple," he sneered, turning toward Brexton. "Elder Brexton, the moment is ripe—kill Finnegan now. If he's allowed to grow, he'll ruin us."