The battlefield stood frozen.

Not because of the snow.

Not because of fear.

But because every living being could feel it.

Something had already crossed into their world.

The radiant Guardian of the First Light hovered above the valley, its six wings spreading across the heavens like a second sunrise.

Its silver eyes reflected both sorrow and hope.

Lucien took a cautious step forward.

"You said..."

"The Seventh Void Lord has already entered our world."

The Guardian nodded.

"It crossed the Gate before it was fully opened."

Seraphina's heart tightened.

"Where is it?"

The Guardian slowly turned toward her.

"It is hiding."

"It has waited for this moment for one...