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ing over their heads. If exposed, all three would perish without mercy. Crossing the strait was his only choice to save the ones he loved. Yet as he struggled against the endless assault, the sounds of distant battle drifted across the sea.

He could hear the clatter of armor, the shouts of warriors, and the furious roars of demon soldiers. Murok the dragon lord had led his hellish army across the sky, bypassing the sea blockade entirely. The allied forces on the wilderness were caught off guard, fighting on two fronts. The line of defense was crumbling day by day.

Images flashed through his mind: Dylan holding the Holy Sword high, standing alone to lead the remaining mages; Brien enduring endless battles, trying to hold the broken formation together. Once five great mages stood side by side to defend the realm. Now most of them had fallen in blood. Dylan had lost nearly all his old companions. If Kaisel left now, his old friend would be left to bear all the pain and despair alone.

The thought stabbed at his heart. His longing for his loved ones still burned fiercely, but he could not abandon the comrades who had fought beside him for decades. He could not leave Dylan to face the full wrath of the dark army all by himself.

Kaisel let out a low sigh. He ceased ch

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