<h4>Chapter 683: The Great Wat (III)</h4>


    <strong><i>[Third Person].</i></strong>


    At the same time, another force carved its way through the war.


    Draven moved like something untethered. There was no hesitation in him anymore, no restraint held back for the sake of control or appearance.


    He tore through a line of vampires, his ws ripping through one before turning instantly to the next, his movements never slowing, never faltering.


    Blood stained the ground beneath him, but he didn’t stop. Because even as he fought, his gaze kept flickering across the battlefield again and again, always returning to Meredith.


    Every time the pressure around her increased, he felt it. Every time she drew more attention, he adjusted.


    At one point, a cluster of enemies closed in on her from behind, their approach masked by the chaos of the fight, but Draven saw it.


    In an instant, he broke away from his current position, moving faster than most could track, intercepting them before they could reach her.


    The attack nevernded. Bodies fell before they got close enough.


    Meredith didn’t turn, but she knew. She always knew.


    From afar, Este, who had just beheaded a Beta wolf with her ws, cast her gaze on Meredith.


    She let it linger on the shielding, the control, and the way she moved between defense and attack without losing bnce.


    Then her attention shifted to Draven. She watched him tear through her forces, and just then, her expression changed as she noticed the pattern.


    Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the pattern. Even in the middle of his assault, Draven’s attention never fully left Meredith. He moved with purpose, not just to destroy, but to protect.


    Este exhaled slowly, then clicked her tongue. "Tsk. Tsk... I need to take you out."


    The decision was made, so she stepped forward.


    The battlefield seemed to shift as her presence fully entered it, her aura cutting through the chaos like a de.


    Those closest to her instinctively moved aside, creating space without being told.


    Right then, her eyes locked onto him. "Draven." Her voice carried.


    Even through the noise and the war, he heard it, and he stopped only for a moment, but it was enough.


    His gaze found her immediately.


    The battlefield around them continued, but between them, something else settled—focus, recognition and intent.


    Then Este moved first. She closed the distance with terrifying speed, her attack direct, precise, and meant to kill.


    Draven met her head-on, their collision sending a shock through the space around them as power met power without restraint.


    Their fight began without preamble.


    Este struck fast, her movements fluid and calcted, every attack aimed with purpose. Draven countered with equal force, his responses sharp, adaptive, meeting her speed with his own.


    w met w, and force met force.


    "You have changed," Este said as she moved, her tone almost conversational despite the violence of her attacks.


    "So have you," Draven replied, deflecting her strike before driving his own forward.


    She twisted away, her lips curving faintly. "Not enough."


    They shed again, faster this time. But around them, the war continued.


    ---


    The battlefield had reached its breaking point.


    What had once been controlled lines and calcted advances had dissolved into something far more vtile.


    The ground was marked by the fallen, the air thick with the scent of blood and ash, and yet the fighting did not slow. If anything, it intensified.


    The humans had adapted. Their initial shock at Meredith’s resistance had faded, reced by coordination.


    They repositioned quickly, forming tighter clusters, their weapons raised with sharper intent. This time, they fired together rather than in scattered bursts.


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


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


    The momentum began to shift.


    Meredith felt the strain and the imbnce immediately.


    Her eyes sharpened as she took in the spread of human units, the way they adjusted angles, the way theypensated for her previous defenses.


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


    With this knowledge, she stepped forward again. The energy within her surged with a depth it had not known before. It responded to her fully now, as something that was hers.


    Her hand lifted slowly, and everything changed. At first, it was subtle.


    The weapons in the hands of the human soldiers trembled. A few faltered, confused, and tightened their grip.


    Then, every firearm on the field lifted.


    Hundreds of weapons were pulled from their owners’ hands at once, rising into the air as though caught in an invisible current. The motion was precise, controlled, and overwhelming.


    Gasps broke through the battlefield.


    The humans stared upward, disbelief shing across their faces as their advantage vanished in an instant.


    Meredith’s expression did not change. Her hand closed, and the weapons bent.


    Metal warped under invisible pressure, crushing inward, twisting into useless forms before being flung together into a single, copsing mass high above the battlefield. Then, with a sharp motion, she released it.


    The heap of destroyed weapons dropped heavily to the ground.


    A brief, stunned silence followed. Then, panic started sweeping through.


    The human soldiers, now disarmed, faltered immediately. Their formations broke, their confidence shattered, leaving them exposed in a way they had not anticipated.


    The wolves surged forward again, with the advantage shiftingpletely.


    From across the battlefield, Este saw it and temporarily broke free from Draven.


    Her expression hardened instantly. "Impossible..." she muttered under her breath.


    Her gaze locked onto Meredith, eyes narrowing as she watched the aftermath unfold. The ease, the control, the sheer scale of what she had just done—it was beyond what she had anticipated.


    Fury rose sharply within her.


    "Kill her. Now!" Este ordered, her voice cutting through the battlefield like a de.


    Themand spread instantly. Vampires started redirecting.


    Dozens, even more, began moving towards Meredith at once, abandoning other engagements for a single objective.


    She had be the centre of the war once more.