NARRATOR

"AAAHHH!"

"What’s happening?!"

"The ceiling is going to collapse!"

"Everyone, get out! Get out of the aqueduct!"

Screams echoed from all directions, whether they were vampires or sorcerers—it didn’t matter.

As the walls trembled and stones rained down from above, everyone scrambled desperately to find an exit.

Someone was shaking the very foundations of the old aqueduct from above.

In the midst of the darkness and the collapsing narrow tunnels, it didn’t matter if they were friend or foe. They trampled over each other’s heads, summoning their powers to escape the crushing death looming over them.

The shock was even greater when, upon reaching the stream’s exit, they were met by an army of Lycans waiting in the forest.

The survivors of the previous battle were exhausted and mostly wounded, while these elite werewolves stood at their peak, hungry for blood.

"TEAR ALL THE REBELS APART!"

The Lycan King's roar ignited the battlefield spirit.

A deafening thunderclap struck from the