"Where is the child's mother?"
The voice rang out, deep and commanding, as one of the Omnisciense wolves stepped forward, its glowing form casting an ethereal light over the battlefield.
Marlyil tightened her grip on the baby. Her breath came in short, panicked bursts.
"She's not here…" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Omnisciense exchanged glances, unreadable expressions passing between them.
"We must move. The war has begun."
Marlyil swallowed hard, nodding. She knew they were right…staying here was a death sentence.
The first Omnisciense extended its hands. "May I hold him?"
Before she could respond, a powerful gust of wind swept through the clearing.
The ground shook.
The Wolf King had arrived.
King Vaelen.
Vaelen strode forward, his golden eyes surveying the scene. His gaze locked onto the celestial beings, then onto Marlyil…before finally settling on the child.
Silence stretched, thick with tension.
