Third Person pov :
The battlefield outside the Silver Moon Estate was completely covered in black smoke and dark blood. The three thousand wolves were winning. Aria’s glowing silver magic was pumping through their veins, giving them endless energy and healing their cuts instantly.
But the Shadow King had seen enough.
Malakor stepped forward. His heavy, rocky boots hit the dirt with a loud THUD that echoed across the entire fighting field. He reached behind his back and slowly pulled out his weapon.
It was a giant sword, easily six feet long. It was not made of metal. It was made of jagged, black obsidian stone, and the entire blade was burning with dark, hissing purple fire.
The moment Malakor pulled the dark sword out, the air around him turned freezing cold. The dead grass turn
