*
The blinding white light faded, and Trevor materialized with a violent lurch in the familiar grand hall of his family mansion — the exact spot where the primordial dragon egg had first been discovered and shattered months ago. The once-opulent room was now a battlefield of carnage.
Bodies of elite guards lay scattered across the marble floor like broken dolls. Some had their throats slit cleanly, others had their heads crushed or armor torn open by brutal force. Blood pooled in dark puddles, and the air reeked of death and desperation. Mia — his stepmother — had done this. She had single-handedly carved through nearly all of Alex's remaining forces.
But she was losing the final battle.
