Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Final Confrontation

The battle had ended, but Seraphine could feel the tension still lingering in the air. The Wild Hunt was retreating for now, but they would be back. Seraphine stood in the middle of the battlefield, her heart racing from the adrenaline, but she was ready. They had fought hard, but the real fight was still to come.

Azrael and Kairos were beside her, their faces grim but resolute. The bond between the three of them had only grown stronger during the battle, their magic perfectly attuned to each other. They were more than ready. They had to be.

"We've won this round," Kairos said, his voice low and steady. "But we know they'll come again. We need to prepare for the final blow."

Azrael nodded, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield. "We will finish this. Together."

The Wild Hunt had underestimated them. But now, they knew the true strength of the bond that Seraphine, Azrael, and Kairos shared. It was unbreakable. And no matter what came next, they would face it together.

Seraphine took a deep breath, her eyes closing as she reached out with her senses, feeling the magic around her. The Wild Hunt would not win. Not while she still stood. Not while Azrael and Kairos were with her.

The final battle was approaching. And this time, they would end it.