Hope was lost.
It all came down to the Dark Elves and the capital's forces now.
Both the Dwarven and Tigerman Kingdoms have done everything they could to stop the crimson horde, but it wasn't enough. Against the endless force of the Blood Moon, they were simply nothing. A single drop against the vast ocean.
Or at least, hope was lost until this happened.
Boom—!
A whipping shockwave blasted the land, splintering the ground like it was nothing.
Maraka laughed weakly, staring at the obstacle before him like it was salvation.
Just earlier, Maraka had been stunned when Kyran got in the way and took the attack meant for him. It shocked him to the core. The impact shattered Kyran's bones—then the giant crimson wolf's follow-up slash cleaved his body clean in two.
Staring at the sight, Maraka thought it was over. This was the end of their struggle.
Nothing in the area could stop the crimson horde.
All he was hoping to do was bring Kyran to safety to fight another day.
