Chapter: The War That Sang Back
The first clash did not sound like a battle.
It sounded like a storm.
One hundred and twenty-seven warriors moved as one, their footsteps shaking the corrupted earth beneath the Veilward fortress. The enemy expected hesitation. They expected fear.
They found a rhythm.
Chorus Resonance pulsed through every pendant, every woven thread, every connection Citra had created. It did not make them stronger by force.
It made them stronger by understanding.
A warrior who raised a shield felt the confidence of the swordsman beside him. A healer extending her light felt the stability of the frontline protecting her. Every movement carried the intention of another.
The abyss had always exploited isolation.
The alliance had become its opposite.
Liam reached the first wave of corrupted soldiers before they could form ranks.
Devil King Mode.
The transformation was different now.
Before, it had been a weapon.
