Malleteagan‘s POV After we spent hours slaughtering the remaining demons of Sanguineabyss, we were knackered. The tide of Sanguineabyss’ blood-filled crater rose high. When the battle for Sanguineabyss started, our feet squealed with squelching sounds as we paced through the blood-soaked battleground. Blood was reaching our ankles at that point. Now, the influx of butchered troops of Wengarthrian demons and soldiers of alliance alike caused the tide of blood to rise to our knees and even higher when it comes to dwarves. No pun intended. Demons were unable to use their magic as enchanted twins made the Shield of Balance, and no one could break it. And their shield prevented and disabled the use of any form of magic. So, the remaining demons had to clash with us in face-to-face combat. And this was to our advantage, as there is no army as strong as my Lycan army. Not to mention that even without their magic, faes are terrific warriors as well. Dwarves, despite their small stature, are

Malleteagan’s POVAlthough both Sanguineabyss and Konneyard were grounded on blood magic, unlike the crater-like build of Sanguineabyss, Konneyard is built like a prairie. Actually, when I think of it, it is more like a desolate, plain, barren landscape which oozes death and despair while blood trickles in torrents from the obsidian sky, soaking our tattered clothes. The ground beneath our feet is rusty-coloured, peculiar mixture of blood and dirt. We look like vultures covered with blood from head to toe. Blood occasionally drops into my mouth. Yuck. I don’t understand Kandreah. I have no clue how can he be so obsessed with something so gross. It has corroded, metallic, off taste. It irks my gagging reflex. I have to spit every now and then to get rid of its oxidised taste from my taste buds. I see all of the non-vampiric warriors doing the same thing. Gross.The sky above us is an anthracite horizon fused with thick layers of ruby clouds. Opaque, heavy fog merged with blood and blac

Rowena’s POV I fell on my knees, clutching my head. I felt like my head was about to explode and split in two. I knew she was invading my mind. I saw Marlekeen follow my suit as she fell on her knees, too, writhing in visible pain. This happened each time when they used their mind-compelling abilities. And Marcellus was the worst and strongest among them. Luckily, he usually steered clear of me, as he knew that Noosha was controlling me, having my sisters as leverage to force me to fight for her cause. Luckily, Noosha and her children are the weakest telepaths in the family, so the pain I usually face when they control me is bearable. It is the basic mind-compelling ability of a deity. They would usually ask me to fortify it with my magic if they wanted it to be stronger. And even then, Noosha and her daughters are pretty limited in their ability to compel, unlike Marcellus. Well, at least, that is what I heard from those who were tortured by Marcellus. I have heard the rumours that

Kandreah’s POV Quite an interesting turn of events unravelled right before our eyes and in the middle of the battle. It looks like Wengarthria suffered from a rebellion amongst their own forces. Wengarthrians are known for intrigues and backstabbing, but regardless of that, they are most known for fighting in unity whenever they are under attack. And that is one of their greatest strengths. No matter how much they hate each other’s guts in times of peace, they work together in times of war. As far as I know, this is the first time that their forces started to crumble inside due to unrest and rebellion among their own forces. And in the middle of the battle, not more or less. Wengarthria is Soovaree’s underworld subrealm, which has existed from the beginning of time, meaning that Wengarthrians had many battles under their belts. Right now, they are in the phase of imploding right in front of our eyes. This is a fantastic chance, and we must seize it for our own goals. But of course,

Rowena’s POV“All right, little witch. You and your little gang of witches are allowed to fight side by side with us.” He said with a chortle as if he had heard the funniest joke ever. The next second, he straightened up his face and came closer to me while stomping over my still unconscious mate. Omar groaned and whimpered under the weight of Malleteagan’s body and the force of his impact. While still standing on the torso of my unconscious mate with one boot and hovering over his neck with the other, he faced me with fury etched on every feature of his face and tugged a handful of my braids. “..but, be sure, one wrong move, little witch…” he growled, inches away from my face, forcing me to look at his vile eyes.“… and I will snap the neck of your dear mate like a toothpick. And you know what? I will make you watch it. And that will be just the beginning of your torment…shall you or your witches dare to betray us, that is, of course. But none of you are that stupid, of course! Righ