Chapter 185 War It Is

• ~ Cassandra ~
• I stood at the heart of Shadowclaw, my new staff of darkness firmly in my grip, and a sinister smile spread across my face. The sky above had been veiled by the dark clouds I had summoned, casting an eerie twilight over the land that had once thrived with life. Now, it belonged to me, shrouded in the power I had spent centuries waiting to reclaim. My reflection in the gems embedded within the staff only deepened my sense of triumph. I was unstoppable.
• But as I stepped forward, my eyes caught movement at the horizon. A familiar presence rippled in the distance—a small army was assembling, their banners unmistakable. Thorne. Ronan. Lucian. Kieran. They had come, just as I expected, armed and prepared for battle. I could sense their rage and determination from miles away. They thought they could stop me, that they could undo what had already begun.