The battle's echoes faded, but the world felt different — as if the very air held its breath.
Minwoo stood at the Forge's highest tower, the Nexusblade sheathed at his side. Kinro circled above, his flames casting flickering light against the night sky. The Ghul Lord loomed beside him, silent and watchful.
"Erevan's retreat wasn't surrender," the Ghul Lord murmured. "It was a warning."
Selene approached, eyes grave. "If he returns, he won't come alone."
Jinn and Lira exchanged uneasy glances. "Something darker moves beneath the surface. An ancient force, long forgotten."
Deep beneath the shattered lands, far from the Forge's glow, a slumbering power stirred.
Chains of obsidian cracked.
A presence, older than the stars, opened cold, calculating eyes.
The true enemy had awakened.
Back at the Forge, Minwoo tightened his grip on the Nexusblade.
"Then we prepare," he said. "For the fight that will decide the fate of all worlds."
Kinro growled softly.
The Ghul Lord stepped forward. "Together, we will face whatever comes."
The Shadow Fang guild gathered, united and ready — but the coming storm would test them all in ways they never imagined.