Chapter 253
Meanwhile, on the cursed island, the battlefield had grown eerily quiet. The tide of beasts had been slain; their corpses littered the ground in grotesque heaps.
Yet this silence was not peace—it was only the prelude to something far worse.
For now, the true enemies had arrived.
The Dark Emissaries—the elite warriors of the Cursed—were stepping into the fray. Their presence twisted the very air, and each movement carried a weight that pressed down on the souls of those who stood against them.
In one corner of the battlefield, a single emissary stood tall. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes glowing with cruel amusement as he faced four battered figures: Silver Wing, Shae, Shin, and Bron.
All four heroes were pale and trembling. Their lungs burned, their limbs heavy, their energy nearly depleted.
