Chapter 85 The Final Confrontation Begins

• The moment we crossed the border into the kingdom’s heart, a knot of tension formed in my stomach. It had been building for days, every step forward carrying more weight than the last. We were finally here—the capital looming in the distance, its towering spires like a thorn in my side, taunting me with everything it represented. It wasn’t just the royal palace, the seat of power—it was the symbol of everything I’d lost, everything I’d fought for.
• Blue, Grey, and I stood together at the head of our forces, a sea of loyalists and rogues, warriors of every kind, ready to charge into the capital itself. The wind howled through the trees, a restless reminder of the coming battle. The sun was setting, casting a dim, amber light over the land, but the air was thick with the promise of something far darker—something heavier than the weight of the skies above us.
• “This is it,” Grey muttered, his voice low, eyes scanning the horizon where the city lay. “We’re here.”