CHAPTER 233
The battle had reached a critical point.
For several hours now, the clash had raged on, tearing apart what was once a peaceful, almost tranquil island.
This island—chosen by the Cursed as their hidden base—was now little more than a scarred battlefield, drenched in blood and fire.
Yet despite the chaos, the true goal had not been accomplished. Not yet.
Every elite hero present knew that victory wasn't measured by the number of bandits slain, nor by cutting down the endless legions of beasts, nor even by dismantling the Red Vanguard.
The Red Vanguard was important, yes—but they were only a fragment of the larger picture.
The real mission was far more daunting:
To eliminate the Dark Emissaries, the elite core of the Cursed.
And above all, to defeat Drake himself.
Until Drake and the Emissaries fell, this war would never truly end.
