The courtyard erupted into chaos the instant Rex gave the signal. Azeo’s roar tore through the night, a pulse of raw Alpha energy that sent the living army surging forward. Wolves, mages, and allies lunged at the army of the dead, teeth bared, claws and magic igniting the battlefield.
The dead did not hesitate. They advanced as a single entity, eyes glowing like embers, teeth snapping, spells colliding with raw Alpha force. The clash of magic and flesh sent shockwaves through the air. Trees shattered, stone cracked under the impact of bodies and power.
Azeo moved like a whirlwind at the forefront, his aura burning bright, every step precise, cutting through the undead soldiers with lethal efficiency. Rex followed, his rare bloodline magic shielding and amplifying the living, keeping them
