The answer never came.
At least, not immediately.
Maxwell stood there, his mind still processing everything he had just seen, when suddenly—
A roar tore through the air.
It was not distant.
It was close.
Very close.
The ground trembled faintly beneath their feet as something massive moved just beyond the outer range of the unfinished wall.
Every head turned at once.
The workers froze.
The Holy Knights straightened instinctively.
Maxwell's eyes sharpened.
Frazanna's hand moved toward her weapon.
Another roar followed, louder this time, filled with raw aggression and hunger that made even seasoned warriors tense.
"It's coming."
One of the Holy Knights whispered.
The presence grew stronger.
Closer.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed, each one striking the ground with force that carried through the air like a warning.
Maxwell stepped forward.
"Prepare—"
"Wait."
The voice cut through his command.
The guard knight he had been speaking to earlier raised a hand.
