Chapter 255
The battle on the Cursed Island was drawing to its bloody conclusion.
Most of the enemy had already been crushed, yet the true elites of the cursed still stood. They were the last obstacles—their defeat would mark the end of this nightmare.
But the fight raging now wasn't something any ordinary awakened could even think of joining.
The shockwaves alone—just the aftershocks of their clash—were enough to make even hardened warriors' spines tremble.
On a broken ridge overlooking the shore, three exhausted heroes sat slumped in the ruins. Their breathing was ragged, their skin pale, their clothes torn and stained.
Though Mia's healing had mended their bodies, their energy reserves remained utterly drained. They were, for now, nothing more than spectators.
All they could do was wait.
Rest.
And pray.
As silence fell for a brief moment between distant explosions, one of the heroes—Trevor—squinted toward the horizon. His body stiffened. His lips parted in disbelief.
