Chapter 95: Sacrifice

Zadok stood, the fractured Soul Stone pulsing in his grip, its dark energy flaring like a twisted sun. The chamber was a battlefield of light and shadow, each strike of magic and burst of gunfire rattling the stone walls.

Conor and Kerrigan, despite their combined might, were being pushed back, every ounce of their power barely keeping the dark onslaught at bay.

The dragoons were scattered, bloodied but still fighting. Parker’s shoulder hung limp, Reilynn and Evelynn struggled to fend off the shadowy blasts, and Colonel Eli barked orders, his resolve unbroken even as the tide seemed insurmountable.

Conor was on his knees, his breath ragged, pain etched across his face as he tried to stand and protect Kerrigan.

Zadok’s sneer widened, his face contorted in a grotesque mask of victory. He raised his hand, shadows coiling around it like serpents, ready to deliver the final blow.

“Kneel before Falik, and accept your end,” he growled, his voice dripping with malice as the room darkened with