Chapter 68:
Wind howled low through the skeletal remains of towers and shattered spires — the bones of a once-glorious kingdom, now nothing but ruins devoured by voidfire and shadow.
We marched through them, step by deliberate step. The army of the Magus Mundo Alliance stretched for miles behind us — banners from every corner of the continent fluttered in the dead wind: the silver lion of Lionhart, the storm-serpent of Regulus, the flame-spiral of Pyraxis, the emerald leaf of Sylveraine. They were tattered and torn from a hundred battles, yet still they flew — symbols of a defiance that refused to die.
No one spoke. Words had no place here. Only the sound of boots against stone, the clatter of armor, the low hum of mana-forged engines rolling siege weaponry through the wreckage. The sm
