At the far edge of the labyrinthine maze, the dense forest paths finally gave way to an expansive plain—a wide, open stretch of jagged stone and wind-swept grass, silent save for the sound of battle tearing through the air.
At the center of this battlefield stood a massive blue-colored door, glowing with a strange, otherworldly light. The door pulsed with energy, its surface swirling like a dimensional portal, clear and gleaming like liquid sapphire—the gateway to the next stage of the Citadel.
But no one could approach it. Not yet. Because at that very moment, an intense, all-consuming battle was raging across the field like a tempest.
At the forefront of the chaos, King Magnar, Kate, and Klaus were locked in a fierce, desperate struggle against none other than Drevon, who stood at the heart of the storm like a dark god of war. Every swing of his blade, every pulse of his energy sent tremors through the earth.
