The surrounding factions were in full-blown panic.
No one had expected the Emerald Castle army to sweep through the region with such terrifying speed—and such ruthless brutality.
That night, the sky itself was stained red with blood.
The smaller factions scrambled in chaos. Some tried to surrender, others simply ran for their lives.
But they quickly realized—surrender wasn't on the table.
Ethan and his forces were already deep in bloodlust. There was no stopping them now.
The energy of Bloodlust surged through their veins, driving them like possessed beasts—wild, cold, and utterly unstoppable.
Explosions of power echoed across the land, tearing the terrain into scorched, blackened ruins.
By the time the dust began to settle, over a hundred factions had been completely wiped out. Only one stronghold remained, standing alone in the distance like a final challenge.
Ethan came to a halt, eyes locked on the fortress.
This one was different.
