47. Final War

That terrifying day had arrived, the day where the battle of two great clans took place. No one knows who will win this battle, and no one knows who will survive or die.

Two groups of mythological creatures had gathered in the field bordering the region, bordered by a dense pine forest that seemed to enclose them so they could never get out again. There was no smile on every face there, only tension-filled expressions were visible.

Erick was seen in the front row of the members, accompanied by Angel and Rose on either side of him. He stared sharply at Jack Wild who was also standing in the front row of his members.

"Are you sure you still want to continue this battle?" Erick asked with a mocking smile. "Aren't you afraid of losing your entire army?"

"Or maybe vice versa," replied Jack with a crooked smile. "You can step back if you want, but don't forget to kneel under my feet first."

Erick laughed discordantly. "That will only happen in your dreams... we would rather die honorably