Chapter 96 Flames And Shadows

The battlefield was a storm of opposing forces—light against dark, fire against rot. The ground trembled as the Hollow King’s horde surged forward, their inhuman shrieks piercing the silence like shattered glass. From the Citadel’s high walls, the Flame Order rained down pillars of burning wrath, illuminating the black tide below. Aria stood at the front lines, her body crackling with golden heat. The Ember within her pulsed with steady determination, not just for herself, but for the child she protected. Each breath was measured, each heartbeat syncing with the ancient rhythm of flame magic flowing through her veins.