THEO and Artemis stood in front of their allies, waiting for the sea of enemies. His Obsidian Sword was shaking—he couldn’t wait anymore to kill.
The force of Rodolfo stopped when they reached near the Polar Tower.
“Valerius. Fiamma,” Rodolfo said, his voice like cracking ice. “You came to fall again.”
Theo stepped forward. “We came to an end to what you started.”
Rodolfo raised a clawed hand. The army behind him surged.
And the final war began.
Arrows for dark energy raced toward them as Aella threw a storm of light forward, creating a rune barrier.
Jazmin darted through shadows, killing the undead soldiers who were corrupted by old magic.
Ezequiel summoned his ice power, creating sharp crystals and slaying the enemy after the enemy.
Danica shifted midair as her crimson aur
