Across the war-torn fields of the empire's border, as monstrous hordes continued to surge from corrupted dungeons and ravage the ancient forests, two figures emerged like beacons of hope—and vengeance. Eris, the crown princess of the Wolf Kingdom and Alex's fiancée, arrived with her unmistakable regal bearing. Her long, snowy white hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes burned with fierce determination. Accompanying her was Sera, the enigmatic assassin's queen, whose presence in the battlefield was marked by the sudden absence of light and a whisper of death.
No sooner had Eris stepped onto the scorched earth than she sprang into action. With a swift, graceful motion, she unsheathed her slender, silver sword—a blade seemingly forged from the very essence of the wind. The air around her stirred as if in reverence; every gust and swirling current obeyed her command.
Eris's voice rang out clear and commanding,
