"Not even the other monarchs can help. They won't make it in time," Dracos interrupted. "They're miles away. And now that the Scourge has attacked every kingdom, they'll be defending their own lands. Mobilizing them isn't just hard—it's impossible."
Nox stayed silent.
He looked at the Scourge beast again. Its claws twitched. Its movements were erratic, unpredictable. But there was intelligence behind its madness. Not full awareness—but command. Obedience.
Nox took a step back.
"So what now?" he asked.
Dracos looked down into the valley.
"We wait," he said. "We watch. We track it. Maybe we lure it further into the Marked Zone. Where it's safer to kill it without risking the city."
Nox hated the idea of waiting. Every second they did nothing, more Scourge beasts poured out of the Marked Zone. But… he wasn't stupid.
Dracos was right.
A wrong move now could bring an end to everything.
