The battlefield erupted into chaos.

Steel clashed against shadow.

Golden light tore through the darkness.

The seven armies fought from every direction, while the enormous palace towered above them like a living creature.

Lucien pushed forward.

"Keep moving!"

Seraphina fought beside him, her silver blades cutting through the shadows that blocked their path.

Lyra remained close to Elara, protecting the Crystal Heart.

Nethros followed behind them, using the Void to tear open a path.

But the closer they came to the palace, the stronger the darkness became.

Then the Sovereign's voice echoed across the battlefield.

"You cannot destroy my throne."

Lucien looked up.

The Sovereign stood at the highest balcony....