The battlefield was deathly silent, charged with a suffocating tension that stilled every heart and silenced every breath. Smoke drifted lazily across the shattered landscape, thickening the air as Derek Sterling descended calmly, framed by the radiant tear above him.
Rowena, Isola and all the bloodburners and demons finally saw with their own eyes the human who was planning to destroy their world.
He was tall, poised, and his presence exuded an unsettling quiet—cold, calculative, ruthless. A single, piercing blue eye studied Asher intently, the other concealed elegantly behind an intricate patch of deep, regal blue.
Asher's body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from a fury so cold, so deadly, that even the ground beneath his feet crackled, dark green flames sparking quietly in response. His gaze was fixed relentlessly upon Derek, eyes blazing with barely restrained hatred and pain.
