The sky over the Southern Capital was no longer a canopy of stars; it was a screaming abyss of emerald fire and falling masonry. As the balcony of the Iron Tower disintegrated, plummeting like a dying star toward the earth, the very atmosphere seemed to shatter under the weight of the disaster. But while Lucien held Gwen in a desperate, mid-air embrace, gravity was not the only force at work. Below them, a primal power had been unleashed—one that did not rely on the fickle flows of mana or the treacherous, sterile calculations of the Architect.
Kaelen, the Alpha of the West, had reached the absolute threshold of his humanity and stepped across it into the realm of legend. He was no longer a man; he was the personification of the moon's cold, crushing wrath.
