The world split open.
The Shadow poured from the mountains, endless and suffocating, its voice filling every ear, every bone. You cannot win. You never win. You always fail.
And at its heart, Ronan.
But he was no longer man. No longer wolf. No longer even Shadow Lord.
He was avatar.
His body stretched, towering as tall as trees, his copper hair black fire, his amber eyes void. Runes carved across his skin glowed with unholy light. Claws longer than swords dripped black ichor, smoke coiled from his back like wings.
He looked down at Kael and Aradia, his voice thunder shaking the mountains.
"You cannot stop me. I am eternal. And when he dies—and he always dies—you will be mine again."
Kael's wolf roared, his green eyes blazing, his massive frame crouched for war. "Try me."
The Shadow surged. The last battle began.