A moment of silence descended across the battlefield. Every figure froze as they struggled to process the words, especially the remaining survivors from the coalition of clans.
Beside the shadowy figure of Thunderblade, Lyra's eyelids fluttered rapidly before a pout formed across her face. She huffed beneath her breath. Even in Ulric's absence, he still found a way to show off.
At her side, a pearly giggle tore from Amber's throat as she stared at the shadow. She had already known the truth from the beginning. Still, she couldn't help but feel happy seeing how rapidly Ulric's power was growing, so much so that the shadows he summoned now had the ability to speak. Were they sentient? As the thoughts crashed through her mind, they only fueled her laughter.
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At another edge of the battlefield, Alaric's lips twitched faintly. Then his eyes lit up in realization.
