Chapter 229
The battlefield trembled under the relentless clash of steel, flame, and energy clashes. The skies were choked with smoke, lit occasionally by searing arcs of energy as the heroes fought tooth and nail to hold their ground.
Of the four Dreadknights that had descended upon them, three already lay slain—massive husks of twisted armor and corrupted flesh now littering the war-torn plains.
Each had taken the combined might of the Elite Hero Forces to bring down, their deaths bought with sweat, blood, and sacrifice.
But the fourth still remained.
Unlike its fallen brethren, it wasn't tearing through squads of soldiers or wreaking havoc across the field.
No—it was locked in single combat. Its towering form moved with frightening precision, its every strike brimming with destructive power.
And the one standing against it… was Kael.
