Chapter 112. Web of Manipulation

Raven's POV

I watched from our position in the shadows of the trees, with Marcus by my side. The dense canopies enveloped us in a half-light, hiding us from the chaos ahead. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, blood, and earth, and the tension was palpable, like a rope about to snap. The battlefield stretched before us like a stained board, where pieces of flesh and bone fought for survival. Rowan was still on the ground, his weakness evident after the intense battle, his breathing irregular and heavy. His body trembled slightly, a reflection of the pain and effort he had been trying to make. I had managed to use my new powers to inflict this pain on him.

Ethan, on the other hand, was standing but visibly exhausted. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his clothes torn and stained with blood, both his own and that of the enemies he had felled. Around him, his soldiers gathered like a protective wall, anxiously awaiting the next move. Their expressions were a mix