The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven Chapter 683: The Great Wat (III)

Meanwhile, another force carved its way through the ongoing war.

Draven moved with an untethered ferocity. The hesitation that once kept him in check was gone, shed for an unrestrained display of power.

He tore through a line of vampires, his claws ripping through one opponent before instantly turning to the next. His movements were a blur, never slowing, never faltering.

Blood stained the ground below him, yet he pressed on. Even as he fought, his gaze ceaselessly flickered across the battlefield, always returning to Meredith.

Each time the pressure around her intensified, he felt it. Each moment she drew more attention, he adjusted his own actions.

At one critical juncture, a cluster of enemies closed in on her from behind, their approach concealed by the chaos of the fight. However, Draven perceived their movement.

Instantly, he broke away from his current engagement, moving with a speed that defied perception, intercepting them before they could reach her.

Their attack never landed. Bodies fell before they even got close enough to strike.

Meredith did not turn, but she was aware. She always knew.

From a distance, Estella, who had just beheaded a Beta wolf with her claws, shifted her attention to Meredith.

Her gaze lingered on the shielding, the control, and the effortless transition Meredith made between defense and attack.

Then, her focus shifted to Draven. She observed him tearing through her forces, and at that precise moment, her expression changed as she discerned a pattern.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized the underlying strategy. Even amidst his ferocious assault, Draven’s attention never fully strayed from Meredith. He fought with a dual purpose: not merely to destroy, but to protect.

Estella exhaled slowly, then clicked her tongue. "Tsk. Tsk... I must eliminate you."

Her decision made, she stepped forward.

The battlefield seemed to realign as her presence fully manifested, her aura slicing through the chaos like a honed blade.

Those in her immediate vicinity instinctively parted, creating space without a word.

At that moment, her eyes locked onto him. "Draven." Her voice carried, clear and resonant.

Even amidst the din and the fury of war, he heard her, and he halted, if only for a fleeting second – but it was enough.

His gaze found her immediately.

The battle raged around them, yet between them, something else settled: focus, recognition, and raw intent.

Then Estella initiated the engagement. She closed the distance with terrifying swiftness, her attack direct, precise, and lethally aimed.

Draven met her assault head-on, their collision sending a palpable shockwave through the surrounding space as unrestrained power met power.

Their duel commenced without any preamble.

Estella struck with lightning speed, her movements fluid and calculated, each attack imbued with lethal purpose. Draven countered with equal ferocity, his responses sharp and adaptive, matching her velocity with his own.

Claw clashed against claw, and force met force with explosive impact.

"You have changed," Estella stated as she maneuvered, her tone almost casual despite the ferocity of her strikes.

"So have you," Draven retorted, deflecting her assault before driving his own attack forward.

She twisted away, a faint curve gracing her lips. "Not enough."

They clashed once more, their movements now faster. Yet, the war continued to rage around them, oblivious to their personal duel.

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The battlefield had reached its critical juncture.

What had once been orderly lines and strategic advances had devolved into a far more volatile and chaotic engagement.

The ground was visibly marked by the fallen, and the air hung thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid smell of ash, yet the fighting showed no signs of abating. If anything, its intensity amplified.

The human forces had adapted. Their initial shock at Meredith’s unexpected resistance had waned, replaced by a new, unified coordination.

They rapidly repositioned, forming denser formations, their weapons raised with renewed, sharper intent. This time, they fired in unison rather than in sporadic volleys.

A coordinated barrage tore across the battlefield, bullets cutting forward in a dense, relentless wave that no single shield could easily withstand.

Several wolves were struck before they could react and evade, their advance faltering under the sudden, overwhelming pressure.

The tide of the battle began to turn.

Meredith immediately sensed the strain and the growing imbalance.

Her eyes sharpened as she surveyed the disposition of the human units, noting how they adjusted their angles and compensated for her previous defensive maneuvers.

If this continued, Stormveil’s forces would be pushed back.

With this critical realization, she stepped forward once more. The energy within her surged with a depth previously untapped. It now responded to her command fully, as an intrinsic part of her being.

Her hand lifted slowly, and everything began to shift. Initially, the change was subtle.

The weapons held by the human soldiers began to tremble. A few faltered in confusion, tightening their grip.

Then, every firearm on the field simultaneously lifted.

Hundreds of weapons were wrenched from their owners' hands at once, rising into the air as if caught in an unseen, powerful current. The motion was precise, controlled, and utterly overwhelming.

Gasps erupted across the battlefield.

Above them, the humans gazed in utter shock, their perceived advantage dissolving into thin air in mere moments. Meredith’s countenance remained utterly impassive. Her fingers twitched, and the weapons in their grasp began to buckle. Under an unseen force, the metal contorted and twisted, collapsing inward into misshapen ruins before being hurled together into a singular, imploding mass high above the fray. Then, with a decisive flick of her wrist, she let it go. The mangled cluster of former armaments plummeted to the earth with a resounding thud. An instant of stupefied silence blanketed the area, quickly followed by the insidious creep of panic. Undeniably disarmed, the human soldiers faltered, their ranks dissolving, their morale shattered, leaving them vulnerable in a manner they had never foreseen. The wolves surged forward anew, the tide of battle having decisively turned. From the far reaches of the battlefield, Estella witnessed this turn of events and momentarily disengaged from Draven. Her face instantly contorted with grim determination. "It cannot be..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her focus narrowed onto Meredith, her eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The sheer effortlessness, the absolute command, the immense power displayed – it surpassed any expectation she held. A surge of potent fury coursed through her. "Eliminate her! Immediately!" Estella commanded, her voice slicing through the chaos like a razor’s edge. The order reverberated instantly. The vampires altered their course. Scores, perhaps even more, converged upon Meredith simultaneously, abandoning their previous targets to focus on this singular objective. She had once again become the focal point of the entire conflict.