The war was rapidly escalating into a slaughterhouse, and the loyalty of the Dwarf Kingdom had found its single, terrifying epicenter: Thrain Ironhandblack wings

  He was a menace. Man, woman, and even the corrupted children pressed into service by Zeron and Lenard were cut down indiscriminately. His dark steel hairgold-brown eyesVoid and Lightning powers"Killer."

  Zeron

  Zevanwar machineQueen Beatrice

  Zevan recalled the ancient history, the chilling impact of that war still resonating in the spiritual atmosphere of the Dwarf Kingdom. "Even Beatrice was shocked when she saw him personally kill nearly 39 percent650 years oldLaxines

  "This man, Thrain, was the one who stood until the war was officially over," Zevan concluded, the memory of Thrain's terrifying resilience haunting his eyes.

  Zeron's mind worked furiously. "So you are saying we cannot kill him. Then we must make him busy. We must tie him down and buy us time

  Zevan nodded, accepting the brutal sacrifice. "Then I am going to commit half of our attack and defense squad

  Leoraone lakh fifty thousand troops

  Zevan, his face contorted in a silent scream of frustration, rounded on her. "Sister! You do not know him! You were a child then, and as a woman, you did not participate in the field war! If you saw him, you would understand why I am scared!" He pointed a trembling finger toward the relentless figure.

  Leora finally fixed her gaze on Thrain. She saw the horseman, the black wings of his mount, the constant flashes of Void and Lightning"Killer."

  Zeron immediately issued the command to LenardThrain Ironhand

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  King Borin

  Borin was no fool; he was, after all, the masterful manipulator who orchestrated his father's death to seize the throne. He knew how to think like Zeron—and how to think several steps ahead. He knew how powerful Thrain was, but also how long it would take Zeron to break him.

  The moment the enemy's massive force was committed to Thrain, Borin knew the true attack was imminent.

  "Zevan, Leora, attack now!" Zeron screamed, not waiting for the main force to engage.

  But before their offensive could even begin, the world around Zeron, Zevan, and Leora shattered.

  They didn't move; they were teleported into a localized psychic realm

  In this surreal domain, the three Shadow Crown leaders stood frozen in one corner. On the opposite side stood King BorinThrone Palace

  Borin walked slowly toward the central throne. He paused, staring at the black throne seat

  The three enemies—Zeron, Zevan, and Leora—were utterly paralyzed. Their spiritual energy, trapped in this psychic domain, held their breaths, daring not to attack the King in his seat of power.

  Borin broke the agonizing silence, his voice calm, yet impossibly loud within the realm.

  "Brother, sister, and my son," he began, his voice resonating with Tier 2 Dominance

  His gaze locked onto Leora, penetrating her deepest self. "Hey! Leora. You think I didn't notice you when you joined the palace as a guard? I noticed you instantly. I thought you were the only true loyalist left, other than my immediate children, and I enjoyed your suggestions; I was always proud of you. But you betrayed me and kidnapped my daughter."

  His expression hardened. "I will give you one final, absolute chance: give me my daughter back. If you do this, I will leave you and your people without doing any harm. But if you refuse, the output will be so brutal that you will beg me to kill you."

  A chilling, invisible sweat broke out on the three villains' faces, an unknown, primal fear filling their hearts.

  Zeron

  Borin smiled, a terrible, booming laugh filling the chamber. "Boy, your mother died giving birth to Zayn. It is no one's fault but fate's. Just because you were born ugly doesn't mean no one would talk to you. Your own brother, Zayn, tried to talk with you, but you refused. Your ugliness and your mother’s death are no one's responsibility but your own."

  The blunt, brutal psychological attack hit Zeron's core wound. Still, they all stood firm. They refused, their stubborn pride triumphing over fear.

  The calm vanished from Borin's face. His eyes slowly turned a terrifying purpleTier 2 God Seeker Core

  He instantly transportedviolet and purple-mixed color sword

  The world snapped back into reality.

  Zeron, Zevan, and Leora

  They touched their necks, expecting blood, finding only cold sweat. The psychic realm had felt terrifyingly real. They looked at each other, their faces filled with dawning horror.

  They understood. This was not a physical attack; it was Borin's Tier 2 psychic hallucination

  They had been rendered psychologically sterile. They had to abandon their current plan. They had to make a new, desperate plan to defeat a Tier 2 Master