Lucian's POV

The moon hung in the night sky, casting its silvery glow on the world below, and I could sense its ethereal strength coursing through me.

“It’s time to gather the troops,” I declared, my face filled with determination. I collected my weapons, handling them with skillful ease. I grabbed a box of bullets and quickly loaded my guns, ensuring they were ready for the upcoming battle. I secured knives on my belt and boots, ready to serve as backup weapons if my guns ran out of bullets.

“Lucian,” a familiar voice called out, drawing my attention. It was my Uncle John.

“Be cautious,” he urged, sounding concerned in...