Chapter 166 The Battle For His Soul

• Xavier***
• The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered hope, where the screams of the fallen still echoed in the hollow silence, clinging to the ashes like ghosts that refused to leave. Bound wolves lay scattered like broken dolls, Firstborns reduced to ash, and the innocent—charred, unrecognizable—were caught in the path of Henry, now a vessel for Cael's wrath.
• Smoke curled like serpents through the blood-soaked ruins, clinging to the bones of the fallen.