Chapter 123: The Last Storm
The battlefield stood still, silence rippling across the broken earth like a held breath. Smoke from shattered fear crystals curled into the sky, blending with the first light of dawn. But no one moved. Not yet.
The Source had emerged.
It towered above the battlefield, a vast and shifting form that seemed to be made of stardust and nightmares. Its presence bent reality, warping colors, pulling gravity inward. Behind the monstrous figure, the cracks in reality yawned wide, bleeding chaos into the air.
Liana stood at the front of the united army—dragons, witches, werewolves, vampires, shamans, and hybrids—all watching in terrified awe. Her body trembled, not from fear alone, but from the magnitude of what stood before them.
The Source did not speak. It did not need to. Every being present heard its voice inside their heads, ancient and cold.
"You were not made to choose. You were made to obey."
