Chapter 39 The Battle Of Souls

• The air was thick with power, the very fabric of reality trembling as Jareth’s dark energy clashed against the brilliance of the Heartstone. Meher’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing like a drum of war. Her hand was steady on the blade, but her soul was on fire, the weight of destiny pressing down on her.
• Ayaan’s transformation was nothing short of breathtaking. His wolf spirit surged forward, a silver blur against the dark backdrop of the forest. His eyes were no longer just Ayaan’s— they were the eyes of a warrior, a beast driven by the primal instincts of his kind. He moved with the grace and power of a predator, his form rippling with energy as he lunged toward Jareth.
• But Jareth—he was no mere mortal. His presence seemed to consume everything around him, the air thickening with a palpable sense of doom. He laughed, the sound cold and cruel, as though he had all the time in the world.