The Astral Direwolves, their illusions unraveling in the face of celestial tempests, retreated into the shadows, leaving behind only echoes of their haunting howls. The Galactic Behemoths, cosmic momentum shattered, crumbled into stardust, their imposing forms dissolving into the cosmic tapestry.
With the celestial battlefield now silent, Elara stood as the undisputed victor—a living embodiment of the harmonious elements that transcended the boundaries of mortal races. The ethereal weapons she wielded dispersed into cosmic motes, returning to the astral currents from whence they came.
As the echoes of the cosmic clash faded into the celestial silence, Elara's ethereal form glowed with an inner radiance, attuned to the very heartbeat of the cosmos. The ethereal wisps surrounding her danced in a final display of celestial jubilation before converging back into her transformed being.
