The sound of the atabaques still echoed through the valleys of Sorriso, but now, something greater than the drum itself was beginning to vibrate.

  The air trembled.

  The ground groaned.

  And the sky opened — not like a crack, but like a living wound.

  From the portal, crimson light and black smoke mingled, swirling in spirals of energy.

  The walls trembled.

  The defense towers began to collapse, stone by stone.

  And in the middle of the distortion, a roar was born.

  A roar that tore through the sound of the bells, drowned out the screams of soldiers, and even made the mages silence their chants.

  Tailer Aspenwolf, the White Wolf, lifted his gaze, his white coat billowing in the wind.

  Up in the sky, Valquíria Fernandes — the Queen of the Skies — was already dueling the Black Dragon, her body covered in ember and ash, wielding Regina Caeli like a spear of vengeance.

  The sky burned — and something descended from within it.

  A black dragon.

  Not a monster — a living entity, colossal, covered in scales like liquid obsidian, with red veins pulsing beneath its skin.

  Its wings opened in silence, spreading winds that tore towers apart and flung knights through the air.

  From its eyes, bluish flames burned, and its mouth spat a fire that didn’t burn — it devoured.

  The dragon roared again.

  The clouds split.

  And the sky became a battlefield.

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  On the walls, Tailer spun the White Twins — the ivory daggers that left trails of ice in the air.

  The cold air condensed, and the sound disappeared.

  The ogres charged.

  He advanced.

  One strike — and the first tron was torn to pieces.

  Another tried to leap from the ruins, and Tailer held it in the air with pure gravity — the body flattened, bones shattered, and the blood turned to icy dust before touching the ground.

  Orcs came in legions, roaring with black spears.

  Tailer snapped his fingers.

  The wind vanished.

  The spears and bodies were pulled into the center of the gravitational seal.

  And then shattered in a sphere of absolute silence.

  Elisandra Chess arrived right behind, staff ablaze, shielding mages and archers.

  — Tailer! The eastern walls have fallen! There are barbarians inside the city!

  — Then prepare the shields. — he replied, calm. — The rest is with me.

  She looked around, heart pounding.

  He is the perfect man.

  The thought escaped before it could be contained. Since the Academy… I never managed to say it.

  His gaze crossed hers.

  And for a moment, time seemed to stop.

  — Chess. — he said. — Stay alive.

  And vanished.

  Lukas watched from afar, atop a tower, the shield embedded in the ground.

  — He disappeared again…

  Morgana whistled. — Ah, my sweet chocolate… the professor is a spectacle! He manipulates the weight of his own existence!

  César replied, firm: — It's more than magic. It's pure gravity mastery. A leap between points of density.

  — In other words, a hummingbird in the middle of hell. — murmured Lukas, impressed.

  In the air, Tailer reappeared among the orcs, cutting through everything around him with precise movements.

  Every spin of the daggers left trails of icy blue.

  Every strike erased dozens of enemies.

  The war was a whirlwind of fire, blood, and frost.

  And up above, Valquíria clashed with the Black Dragon.

  The impact cracked the sky.

  Blue fire and golden thunder collided, turning night into day.

  Tailer lifted his gaze and smiled.

  — Let the gods look down… because the South is waking up.

  And the White Wolf plunged once more into the beasts, leading the defense of Sorriso — while, in the sky, the Queen of the Skies battled the Queen of Dragons.

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