The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 313

Chapter 313 313: Awakening...

313 Awakening...

Lyla

As we approached the Northern side of the wall, I could see a few of the Ferals had reached the gates, but my own Ferals were holding them back. Behind them, three big Trinax stood quietly, observing.

My elite warriors – the twenty warriors specially trained to fight alongside a Moonsinger formed a tight circle around me the moment I arrived. Killian came to me immediately.

"Orders, Moonsinger?" he asked.

I assessed the situation as quickly as I could. Fighting them head-on with twenty people and a handful of our Ferals would be suicide, even with my powers. I needed at least ten minutes without interruption to get my powers up and running. I needed to reduce their number at least.

"Get me to a higher ground," I decided. "I need a clear line of sight to as many Ferals as possible."

Killian pointed to a watchtower that still stood near the gate. "There."

"Perfect."

We fought our way through the chaos, my guards forming an impenetrable barrier around me and Nanny. Twice we were nearly overwhelmed by Ferals, but each time my guards drove them back with their special crystal weapons.

When we reached the tower, I climbed quickly to the observation platform. From here, I could see the full horror of what we faced. The Dark One's army covered the entire horizon—Ferals, Trinax, and other creatures I couldn't even name.

"Nanny," I said urgently, "I need your strength for this."

She nodded, knowing what I meant. As a high priestess, she could channel energy to me, supporting my voice as I worked.

I closed my eyes, centring myself despite the battle raging below. Then I began to sing—not the gentle healing melody I'd used in the ritual, but something wilder, as always, I didn't know these lyrics. All I had to do prior was to imagine what I wanted to bring to life, and the lyrics came.

of transformation but of awakening, designed to reach whatever humanity remained in

flowing into me, strengthening my voice. Below, the nearest Ferals paused in their attack,

Killian murmured in

tower, all six eyes fixing on me with what felt like hatred. Before I could guess their next action, they charged at me, smashing through our Ferals as if they

shouted to

were already standing down, their

base of the tower and began to climb, their giant claws tearing through stone and wood. The tower tilted under the new weight, but I couldn't stop either. I could see hundreds

to

of Ferals were responding now, turning away from our warriors, some were even beginning to

It was only feet away from me when a massive shape slammed into it from the side—Ramsey in war form, nearly as large as the Trinaxes itself. They tumbled from the tower, crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs and snapping

down my face at the sight of Ramsey battling the monster alone. More Ferals were turning, some now actively fighting against their former allies. The tide

entrance of the gate. I had Terra work on drawing a ceremonial circle for you, just like how we did

this one even larger than the first. The structure wouldn't survive

my face at the sight of Ramsey battling the monster alone. More Ferals were turning, some now actively fighting against their former allies. The

even larger than the

the entrance of the gate. I had Terra work on

amplify a

as we fought our way back through the chaos toward the entrance of the White Mountain Region. The battle had spread throughout the entrance now, with our warriors

had weakened with all my singing,

shocked to find Kieran and the other half of the former

Kieran explained. "The circle is

the

lives,"

The former

light, channelling my voice outward in

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