Third-Person POV

The forest trembled under the weight of war.

Night had long surrendered to dawn and dawn had surrendered to dusk, yet the fighting persisted.

It was endless, merciless and unrelenting.

For three days and three nights, the alliance of wolves, dragons, and loyal warriors carved through the Seeker’s labyrinth of traps and illusions.

The air was thick with smoke and old magic; the earth pulsed with the residue of dark spells.

Every inch of terrain was a battlefield and at the center of that storm was Davies fighting with a desperation that bordered on feral.

His dragon fire scorched through the night sky, lighting up the Seeker’s compound...