Chapter 49

The aftermath of the battle painted a scene of desolation in the once vibrant courtyard. The moon hung high in the night sky, a silent witness to the carnage below. Lucius, bloodied and battered, lay in his human form, his body exhausted from the relentless clash with Azaroth. His sharp gaze scanned the wreckage, desperately searching for any glimmer of hope. The wolves and sentinels on Lucius's side were scattered and injured, their force reduced to a mere shadow of its former strength. Thane's human form lay motionless on the ground, a silent casualty of the fierce confrontation. Azaroth, towering over Lucius, wore a triumphant smile. He knew he had emerged victorious, and the air crackled with the tension of impending doom. Azaroth raised his claws in a victorious gesture, a declaration of his dominance over the once-mighty kingdom. Lucius, despite his battered state, refused to yield. His eyes, a mix of defiance and fatigue, locked onto Azaroth, "Why don't you save your gloating