The Sky of Shadow Land was torn apart by black lightning.
Its rumbling shook the ground, as if the world itself rejected the presence of the creatures emerging from the mist.
At the front line.
Aurelia stood tall.
The golden light in her eyes burned like an unquenchable flame.
Before her, that great creature the Wraith Commander smiled in a wrong way.
A smile without a soul.
A smile born only from darkness.
"Interesting…" he murmured.
His voice was heavy, like an echo from empty space.
"The new Luna… stronger than we anticipated."
Ragnar stepped forward with a rough laugh.
"Stop talking."
He clenched his fist.
"I didn't come here to chat."
BOOM.
The ground cracked as he shot forward.
His massive fist struck the Commander's body with brutal force.
Yet.
The creature did not fly back.
It only shifted slightly.
His smile remained.
Ragnar halted.
His brow furrowed.
"Hmm."
The creature stared at him.
"A good strike…"
Then.
With unseen speed.
He retaliated.
