Chapter 92

THIRD PERSON’S POV The battlefield stood endlessly before Chandler. It was filled with so much chaos and bloodshed. Fires raged in the distance and warriors let out loud cries as they fought each other. The clash of steel against steel, the sounds of gun shots, the cracking of bones, the loud cries of the wounded, and the echoing sound of war drums filled the air. Chandler stood at the edge of it all, looking at the destruction with a furrowed brow. How had it come to this? How had Maya managed to ignite such a large-scale war? Victor stood beside him with a neutral expression and his arms crossed over his broad chest. Chandler turned to him, waiting for some kind of explanation, but Victor remained silent. His gaze was distant, calculating, as if already planning the next move. Then, his expression shifted slightly. A second later, his eyes glazed over. It seemed like his mind was elsewhere—receiving a mind-link. The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “Maya has been captured,” V