Chapter 65: Eve of the Last Battle
The ruins of Astaris stretched before us — a graveyard of once-great towers and temples, now reduced to scorched bone and shadowed stone. The skies above were a bruised violet, heavy with mana storms and smoke from the countless battles that had razed the kingdom to ash. Yet amid the devastation, banners were being raised once more. Standards of every color — gold, crimson, emerald, and silver — rippled defiantly in the wind.
This was no mere gathering.
This was the last stand of Magus Mundo.
“Set the wards along the ridge!” shouted a Veylun battlemage as lines of soldiers carved glowing sigils into the earth. “I want barrier anchors reinforced before sundown!”
“Drakenshard cavalry, to the eastern flank!” another commander barked. “No gaps — if they
