Reign's eyes widened as a figure appeared on the battlefield, his presence alone enough to halt the chaos. The air crackled with energy, a stark contrast to the dark corruption that had dominated moments before. Cyrus, a being of immense power, had arrived.
Cyrus was not just any powerful individual; he was the Will of the world itself. His eyes glowed with an ethereal light, and his form radiated a calming yet overwhelming power. He was tall, his features sharp and otherworldly, exuding an aura of pure, untainted energy.
The entity, momentarily taken aback, snarled. "Who are you to interfere in my plans?"
Cyrus looked at the entity with a mixture of pity and disdain. "You have overstepped your bounds, foreign entity, this world will not tolerate your presence any longer."
