Valeris stepped forward, her boots silent against the blood-soaked stone path. The air felt thick, heavy, and hard to breathe, carrying the strong stench of fear and death. All the enemies were either dead or had run away—except for Sorlak. The once-feared captain was now just a shattered man, trembling and lost in a nightmare he couldn't escape.
The Dread Dragon King loomed above him—massive, terrifying, blood dripping from its jaws, its entire body wrapped in swirling shadows. But it didn't move. It was waiting for Asher.
Asher walked calmly toward Sorlak. His steps were the only sound in the ruined park.
"You picked the wrong night," he said, voice calm. "And the wrong people to attack."
Sorlak looked up with wide, empty eyes. His lips moved as if to speak, but only a faint noise came out.
"You thought we were weak," Asher continued. "You thought we wouldn't fight back. That's where you were wrong."
Sorlak whimpered.
