Ares||
The revelation from Zeddicus struck me like a lightning bolt. I sat in stunned silence, grappling with the horrifying implications.
Berserkers—creatures of legend, feared and revered—were about to be unleashed.
I had to stop Axel.
Rising swiftly from my chair, I hurried through the corridors of Blood Ice Castle, the cold stone walls amplifying my growing sense of dread.
Berserkers were werewolves who had lost their human essence entirely, trapped forever in their wolf form. They were relentless, driven solely by their primal instincts, and only the Lycans could exert any semblance of control over them. Unleashing them was a last resort, a desperate measure that came with dire consequences.
I burst into Axel’s chamber without knocking, my heart pounding. He was standing by the
