There was no mercy.
No time for strategy. No measured pace.
Only blood.
Heiko tore through the waves of Soma warriors, leaving a trail of destruction behind him. Around him, his army surged forward, taking strength from his savagery, but also keeping their distance. His aura was a hurricane of dominance and madness.
The air around him vibrated, so thick with power that even seasoned generals flinched.
And yet, somewhere deep in that bloodlust, a whisper remained:
River. Mate. Stay with her. Come back.
The battle waged on.
But Heiko was no longer a prince.
No longer a man.
He was the Deathbringer, forged in pain, bound in curse, made for war.
And now… war had come to greet him again.
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The castle was cloaked in deep, uneasy silence—only the occasional rustle of wind outside th
