The battle that once felt winnable was now completely shattered.
One moment Jax's side had hope. The next moment that hope got stomped into the dirt by a thousand boots.
Masha had called everyone. Her beasts had gathered the entire army. Champions, soldiers, mercenaries, monsters. All of them now standing behind her like a wave ready to drown everything in its path.
She smiled. The smile of someone who knew the game was already over.
She placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. Gentle. Sisterly.
"You can have that boy now, brother. Satisfy all your anger on him. Take your time."
But Harry's eyes weren't satisfied. Weren't relieved. They were still burning with that same raw fury. His summons were slowly being cut down by the three girls on the frontline, but it didn't matter anymore. Reinforcements had arrived. The end was near.
Behind Harry, a young man pushed through the crowd. His name was Kyle. And he had the worst timing in the history of bad timing.
