The King's Pov
The clock finally struck midnight. The long, agonizing wait was officially over. It was time for the final sunrise of our enemies.
I stood at the open doors of our helicopter, the freezing winter wind roaring against my face.
Below us, the northern canyon looked like a giant black scar in the white snow. Tyson’s massive rogue army was gathered down there around hundreds of small green tents and open campfires.
They were drinking, laughing, and shouting loudly. They thought they were safe in the wild. They thought they had won because they had stolen my daughter Gabriella from my castle.
They had no idea that the sky was about to fall on their heads.
With a sharp mechanical click, our military drones flashed their bright lasers from above the clouds, targeting the enem
