Chapter 220. Defining an Alpha

Celeste’s POV

From my vantage point, the war had erupted into four brutal fronts. To the south, Auraya and I were locked in fierce combat against Lira and Draven, our blades clashing amid the roar of magic and steel. Farther north, Eryndor grappled with Zephyr in a whirl of wind and lightning, each blow shaking the frozen ground beneath them.

In the west, Nyra and our allies struggled desperately to contain Myrrha’s dark sorcery, tendrils of shadow twisting through the air as they fought to hold their line. And to the east, Sia—accompanied by her daughter and a handful of stalwart warriors—waded into battle against the fearsome Lyss, sparks of holy light bursting from their weapons.

Each of these fights consumed our attention and drained our strength. None of us truly knew what was unfolding elsewhere in the great conflict—except one grim fact: at the heart of the kingdom, within the castle’s crumbling walls, Daren was still locked in mortal combat against