"The... Ruined Citadel?"
Maya's scream echoed across the battlefield, her eyes locked on the black-robed knight.
Everything clicked into place for Drago.
"That's right..." he muttered, eyes widening. "This is the same Undead Commander that once guarded the Ruined Citadel. But how? How did it get here? And more importantly—someone managed to form a contract with it?"
The realization sent a cold shiver down his spine.
"Drago! Things are not looking good!" Maya shouted urgently. "My Clairvoyance... I can't see a future where we survive if we press this fight!"
Her voice shook, not with fear, but certainty. She prophesized death if they stayed.
Drago's jaw clenched, gaze shifting upward.
Above them, the Metal Dragon clashed violently with the Mountain King. Steel against stone. Flame against earth.
But it was one-sided.
