Chapter 14 - The Clash of Light and Abyssal Dark
The battle erupted with cataclysmic fury.
Malakai shrieked an incantation, slamming his obsidian shard into the rocky ground. A tidal wave of black fire and corrupt shadow-monsters surged forward from the southern ranks, charging directly toward the northern lines.
"Charge!" Aldrick roared, leading the front wave of war wolves into the fray.
The collision was thunderous. Claws clashed with obsidian armor, and the roar of beasts blended with the clash of steel. But the northern pack warriors, now fighting as a truly unified force under the blessing of their true queen, possessed a strength and coordination the southern mercenaries had never anticipated.
Malakai surged forward himself, channeling dark sorcery directly toward Aldrick. The Alpha King parried the blow with his greatsword, sending sparks flying into the freezing air, but Malakai’s dark magic began to crawl up the blade, threatening to freeze Aldrick’s arms.
"Aldrick!" Ilira shouted, seeing her king in danger.
She didn't hesitate. Unleashing the full, unbridled power of her ancient lineage, Ilira leaped forward. The colossal shadow-wolf intercepted Malakai’s dark hounds in a flurry of massive claws and shadow, while Ilira landed directly in front of the southern warlord.
Malakai sneered, raising his obsidian shard to strike her down. "Die, little pretender!"
Ilira caught his wrist with one bare hand.
The moment her skin touched his, the silver light from her birthmark flared into a blinding supernova. The corrupt obsidian shard in Malakai’s hand began to crack, splintering into a thousand harmless fragments under the purity of her ancestral magic.
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"You are nothing," Ilira whispered, her dual-hued eyes burning with lunar fire.
With a concussive shockwave of pure silver energy, Malakai was blasted backward through the air, crashing hard against the cliff wall and sliding into unconsciousness as his dark army disintegrated into harmless mist.
