Everyone stood frozen—watching in mounting horror as the phenomenon unfolded.
Zorwath—who had looked on the brink of death moments ago—was now regenerating. His body pulsed with dark energy, and the beasts… the beasts were being born from nothing.
Twisted, grotesque creatures clawed their way into existence—bone knitting, sinew stretching, black flesh covering them.
Seenu, Meera, Raj, Kunal, Riya, Haider Ali, King Veerendra, Kiyoshi, Afreen, Shinroku— and every other fighter—watched in stunned silence.
One Calonian soldier dropped to his knees, voice trembling.
"So… is he truly… a god?"
Across the battered field, the remaining generals of Calonia—along with soldiers from allied nations—slowly knelt before Zorwath.
Their lead general lowered his head, voice echoing:
"We… submit to you… the new King Zorwath."
A faint hum filled the air. Soldiers on both sides froze mid-swing—drawn to the growing distortion around Zorwath's broken body.
Aamir's eyes narrowed.
