Chapter Thirty-Six: The Twilight Battle

The moment the sun set, the air seemed to shift. The full moon rose, casting its pale light over the battlefield. Seraphine stood at the edge of the camp, her senses heightened, the magic in the air thick with the promise of what was to come. The Wild Hunt was here. She could feel it in the ground beneath her feet, in the wind that tugged at her hair. They were close.

Azrael and Kairos stood beside her, their presence a steady reminder of what they were fighting for. Their bond was stronger than ever, each of them connected by more than just magic, more than just love. They were a unit, a force, and tonight, they would prove it.

Seraphine felt the power of her mates beside her, their magic intertwined with hers. Together, they were stronger than they had ever been. They had prepared for this, trained for it, but now it was real. The Wild Hunt had arrived, and there was no turning back.

Her eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement. The Wild Hunt could appear at any moment, shifting between realms as they always did, but Seraphine wasn't worried. She had spent years studying them, learning their patterns, their weaknesses. They could be defeated. Tonight, they would be.

From behind her, she felt Azrael's steady presence. He was always the calm in the storm, his confidence in battle unshakable. His voice broke the silence, low and steady. "We're ready. Trust in the magic, trust in us."

Kairos's voice came next, rough but filled with the same certainty. "We've fought together before, Seraphine. And we'll fight together tonight. This will be no different."

She turned to them, feeling their unwavering support. The bond between the three of them was stronger than any weapon, more powerful than any force they could face. Seraphine knew they would win - together.

The tension in the air thickened as a ripple of magic passed over the camp, a warning that the Wild Hunt was near. Seraphine raised her hand, her fingers crackling with power as she drew on the magic around them. She could feel it building, the surge of energy that would protect them.

And then, they came.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the camp, followed by the unmistakable sound of hooves pounding the earth. Figures in dark cloaks appeared, their eyes glowing with the same eerie light as the Wild Hunt's leader, the Huntsman. Seraphine could see them now, their forms shifting and flickering, moving between realms as they always did. But this time, they were ready.

The Huntsman appeared before them, his form shifting like smoke. His eyes gleamed with malice as he sized up the trio. "You think you can stand against the Wild Hunt?" His voice echoed through the night, low and chilling.

Seraphine stepped forward, her stance confident. "We will stand, and we will fight. This is our world, not yours."

The Huntsman's eyes narrowed, his smile twisting into something predatory. "We will see how long you can hold onto it," he said, raising his hand to signal the start of the battle.

The air crackled with energy as the Wild Hunt surged forward, their hooves pounding the earth as they charged. Seraphine raised her hands, her magic flaring to life as she sent a wave of energy toward them. The first few riders were thrown back, but the Wild Hunt was relentless, their numbers overwhelming.

Azrael and Kairos moved beside her, their bodies a blur as they fought alongside her. Azrael's magic exploded from his fingertips, the darkness of his power a perfect match for the shadows of the Wild Hunt. Kairos, ever the protector, fought with raw strength, his movements graceful yet powerful as he took down the enemies in his path.

Seraphine fought with everything she had, her body a conduit for the magic that flowed through her. She could feel Azrael and Kairos beside her, their strength, their power, and their unyielding support. Together, they were unstoppable.

The battle raged on, the air thick with magic and the sounds of war. Seraphine could feel the exhaustion creeping in, but she refused to stop. She had come too far. The Wild Hunt would not take her world from her. Not now.

As the last of the Wild Hunt riders fell, the Huntsman appeared once again, his form shifting, his eyes glowing with fury. "This isn't over," he spat, raising his hand to summon more of his forces.

But Seraphine, Azrael, and Kairos were ready. The bond between them was stronger than anything the Wild Hunt could throw at them. Together, they would finish this.