Combat Ready

Beneath the blood-red skies of Valtrion Prime, Xalderion Velcrath stalked the desolate ruins, his advanced exo-battle suit humming with latent power. Ancient runes etched into its silver plating pulsed faintly, resonating with the dark energy coursing through his undead veins. In his hand, his lance, Ebonspire, shimmered with a silver edge designed to pierce even the toughest armor of lycan generals

For millennia, Xalderion had served as the elder's enforcer, a specter of death feared by all. Tonight, his prey was no different: a rogue vampiric lord who dared defy Xeris Carpathia

The air shifted. Xalderion spun, Ebonspire slicing through the night like a comet. The traitor barely had time to react before the lance pierced his chest, pinning him to the ground

"You challenged the Carpathian bloodline,' Xalderion growled. "Your folly ends here." As the traitor crumbled to ash, Xalderion turned, a shadow in the endless war of eternity

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