The Hall of Seals trembled violently.

Stone rained from the ceiling as the Shadow Sovereign battled Arkan in the distance. Every clash between the two ancient beings shook the mountain.

Lucien and Seraphina stood face-to-face with Lord Malachai and his Black Sun warriors.

"There is no path forward," Malachai said, drawing his black sword. "The Blade of Dawn belongs to me."

Lucien slowly lifted his silver blade.

"It was never yours to claim."

Without another word, he charged.

Steel crashed against steel.

A powerful shockwave burst through the chamber as their swords collided.

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Around them, Sir Elias led the royal knights into battle.

"For Blackthorn!" he roared.

The knights...